The Last Great Adventure? By Laurenceaux

An 'end-game' of addiction, the despair of a life only going one-way: some people are pre-disposed to drug abuse, as they are to alcohol abuse, quite possibly because they are 'bored', but more probably because they have lost essential feelings of self-worth or have become detached from mainstream society, a society with ever increasing demands for total conformity. Is there any future other then your drug of choice and how would you imagine your final fix?

The Last Great Adventure? It's near me and full and I must smash it to survive; but as the liquid slides through the needle sheathed in my hand, the hit in my brain takes me. I am dying; a living horror of pseudo pleasures, but entombed in the folds of my mind the deep silence briefly intoxicates, before synesthesia of light becomes a cacophony of sound and fearing harsh reds, screaming yellows and agonising blues, I close my eyes. I see another me of former beauty and we stare as if each the reflection of vanity. She pities me but I laugh in her face as she sheds cloned images; advancing as a distorting hoard intent upon my self destruction. Their eyes move together and fuse, as noses slide and smear to fill hungry mouths, the enormity of which increases, 'till heads slide downwards into the body; pooling mutant facets of my personality, lapping around my body, burning my eyes as the floor falls away and I sink into my own being, lost and drowned in myself as the silent light comes closer and we are one. Dead. I think!

Copyright © Laurenceaux 2010

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