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Rainbow Lies

Contributed by xxPullMyStringsxx on Tuesday, 15th March 2011 @ 09:50:30 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse

I don't like losing myself to an alcohol induced haze. Knowing exactly what I'm doing, but uncaring of the consequences. My world had become shades of gray but I wasn't exactly colorblind. The sour coating tasted sweet, allowing my conscience to slip away for the evening. I started to choke on cigarette smoke, feeling as if I might lose all the content of my oh so colorful stomach.

You know that feeling of butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach when you're in love? This wasn't that moment. Bright, shimmering rainbows swam through my system and out the cracks in my veins, leaving my whole body warm from the inside out. A craving I couldn't ignore. I turned so many shades of pink, I didn't even recognize myself anymore. Like an out of body experience, I was no longer the one who painted the world around me—another had taken over my skin and controlled the strokes of my brush.

I became just another suffering artist, drifting through the hues.

I spent the final act of my evening staring up at twirling stars, glowing toxic green above my head. I wondered where the hell I was when sounds of desperate sex drifted underneath the crack in the door. It was then that I realized I wasn't as drunk as I had been before.

I remembered everything.

Copyright Â© xxPullMyStringsxx ... [ 2011-03-15 21:50:30]
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Re: Rainbow Lies (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 8th April 2011 @ 11:58:52 AM AEST
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Just another suffering artist, drifting through the hues - that's beautifully expressed...great write.

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