Nymphetamine

You are walking in the golden way,

sitting in the most precious lounge.

Then someone whispered,

“ Why not make fun for a while.”

Your eyesight started to blur.

The pleasure started each second of time.

Heads are banging.

Yelling for more!

The coldness awakens you.

Your eyes were opened.

You touch the iron grills full of rust.

You lay on the frosted grounds.

You scream, you clamor.

You touched those aching wounds.

Teardrops pointing the ground.

Bones are wrecking into blame.

You positioned the chair.

You get the rope with a knot.

Serenity came back into place.

And silence dominates.