Pharmakon

Margaret Chardiet

I wanna sniff some glass; I wanna try some distorted pleasure of the aural trips. I wanna see how the mad injects drug made of dreams and disappointments of a glassy midget with a chocolate heart. I wanna observe the mad in his obsession. I wanna watch his sweat turning into a poisoned cloud of black despair. I wanna hear his confessions and cries. We are on drugs. All of us. We all use some shit to lose the teeth of our logic and make our blood rot. Do you wanna sniff some fears of a rotten rat? Haha! Pills of aggression and self-humiliation. Pills to make your thrills so really real. Pills to make you wanna kill your ideal. What do you wanna feel? Why do you wanna destroy yourself slowly but surely? Why do you wanna be by my side? My shadow is poisoned and I’m high on the wicked shit. Do you want me to make you face your own masochism? But you are here because you know you cannot go on without pain only I can provide you with. You cannot. And this is the beautiful fact about your soul staring at me through your perfect cold eyes of a doggie begging for pain and pleasures. Why are you here? I’m not a dealer. I’m your private hell. I’m your everything. I’m not a drug-store. I’m a manufacturer of your dark love. I’m your everything – now and forever. I am your Pharmakon.

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