SYNAPTIC OUTBREAK

1 Comments

Poem Commentary

This started as a poem, now I think it to be a song, your call for now.Ive seen way too much of people in this life.

SYNAPTIC OUTBREAK

Maximum overload
your head almost cracked
all you left behind
was an arm full of tracks
you never looked around
to see your way out
lost in your own tunnel
never knew what it was about.

As this demon bites 
into your mind
synaptic outbreaks
travel down your spine
overdose alert 
you've turned code blue
the demon just smiles
cuz he knows you're through.

Synaptic outbreak maybe
I think it's driving me insane
synaptic outbreak baby
wasn't  this just a little game
synaptic outbreak maybe
visions dimming on the sight of you
synaptic outbreak baby
game's over
you've turned code blue.

You beat that cotton
that was your life
for a fix you'd trade anything
that includes your wife
there's no sense in denying
you know it's all true
there's nothing left to say
cuz you've turned code blue.

Your partner on the floor
seems he found a way out
drugs and death his cure
of this I have no doubt
illusions now all too cllear
this reality just settin in
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
goes the scythe of the reaper grim.

Synaptic outbreak maybe
I think it's driving me insane
synaptic outbreak baby
wasn't this just a little game
synaptic outbreak maybe
dimming on the sight of you
synaptic outbreak baby
game's over, you've turned code blue.

What you did what you did
not much older than a kid
in your head in your head
it's all over, now your dead
it's no lie it's no lie
it's too late for me to cry
look at you look at you
damn it! you're code blue...

Poem Comments

(1)

Please login or register

You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

Login or Register

Marsink commented on SYNAPTIC OUTBREAK

01-18-2010

I can see by the fine lyrical structure, you must be a song writer. If you're not, you should be. Great intensity, raw and impulsive!

hoth2o

01/19/2010

Thanks, I've written a few blues tunes but rather write poetry, it touches more raw nerves in people. I love intense heartfelt words...

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

hoth2o’s Poems (39)

Title Comments
Title Comments
SOMETHING YOU MISSED 2
IT BEGINS ANEW 2
GRANDMA PLEASE 2
PUPPET MASTERS 2
Winter 1
INTELLECTUAL FODDER 0
DOWNCHILD 1
THE FACE 2
SYNAPTIC OUTBREAK 1
Mother Natures Yoke 4
Hi Books! 0
Winter 0
Simple Gifts 0
NIGHT COURT 1
ONCE WE WERE A FAMILY 1
Stains 3
First Pleasures 1
There Were....... 0
Two Proud Ladies 2
THE BALANCE 2
I Don'T Wan'T To Fall Down Again 0
look at you 2
Penny a Pound 1
Self 1
A Word from Our Sponsor 0
Thorns Included 1
Scalded 1
Night thoughts 1
The Shrine 2
NO VACCINE 1
LOVE AND BEAUTY TRANSFORMED 1
SILENT TEARS 2
ISLAND OF THE NIGHT 2
PILOT WITHOUT A FACE 0
Cry out! Cry Out! 1
CIRCULAR MISDiRECTION 2
THE KELIDESCOPE 2
Gossip 3
EXIT WOUNDS 6