Heroinville 2006

He twisted and turned,
Because he could not face
The horrid realiy of his life,
And then he met the Great Goddess
Of The White Powder
And she made him her slave,
Giving him unimaginable delights
Or unbearable agonies
Of body and soul
According to her whims,
And in her service
He turned into a tiger
Re-making his world into a jungle
Where death and torture reign,
And when I found him,
I looked into the innermost
Recesses of his soul
Where he dared not look,
And it was there I touched him
With the magic wand of compassion
In the corner where every man
Hides his love,
And when I stretched out my hand
To lift him out of his despair,
He saw a chance
To end his travails
In this sunny place
Where darkness ends
And hope glimmers.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz