Victims of Ecstasy

Robert Vinciguerra
Through my eyes I see victims;
so amusing to me
You can't hear me laughing,
at what you have chosen to be

I watch you killing you
Yourself not knowing what you do
Dying, by your hand
It's your choice, feed your demand

I stare right through you
You, reaching for more
There is nothing now that I can do,
as your face feels the floor

Addiction outweighs your thirst for life
You're at the bottom, you're paying the price
Lower than Hell and you still don't get it
With your face in the dirt, choking on your vomit

Can't you see that you're a victim?
Enslaved by your own addiction...
Don't you know you're a victim?
Do you deny your infliction?

Victims of ecstasy
Dying young by choice
Victims of ecstasy
Too far gone, to hear reason's voice

Published by Robert Vinciguerra

Founder of "The Rev. Rob Times," (www.revrob.com) Rev. Robert A. Vinciguerra has been a longtime student of journalism. Currently, he holds a government job where is a technical writer, instructional designe...  View profile

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  • Nicholas Smoke11/9/2007

    Ecstasy is an illusion, good poem!

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