I Sell Nightmares

A poem about drugs.

I sell nightmares

In the form of joy and crows.

I sell nightmares

So look for me where there’s no crowd.

I sell nightmares

Nightmares which lie within your blood.

I sell nightmares

So you are not left alone.

I sell nightmare

Because you think is fun.

I sell nightmares

To send you far, far away,

Where thoughts run free and wild,

Where down is up and  up is down,

Where you alone can simply drown.

I sell nightmares

Do you want some fun?

Author's Note

Simple and straight-forward.