Heroin Redemption

I refer to rhinestones and rain trees as readily as they appear written as smitten images scribbling across my mind. Heroin. Wait no.     I'm rhyming regardless of fake diamonds and cut trees. Rainbows and butterflies racing and pacing as beautifully as sunshine chipping away at cold nights.  Heroin. Stop that.  Remove tidbits of wrinkles and wages. I'll race against death, after all, the turtle beats time. Romance and fiction well...... they go hand in hand, reading every page while rapidly reminiscing fantasies rading morning rays. Heroin. Please don't. Rinsing burnt skin releasing rancid reminders of old toxic toxins. Relaxation and REM, let us fall back again to vivid realities of innocent dreams. Heroin. Not again. Repeat nightmares, romping and screaming resistant to peace. Herion. Dammit enough! Rebellious, no sleep, wading through fog rising from a ricin grave. Herion. Fuck off!! Relentless reminders raging roughly against agressivley addictive timers, taunting the ticking seconds, slowly signing bodily funtions to step away and, ravenous, consume sinfuls of seconds. Heroin. NO!! Heroin. GO!!! Heroin and heroin heroically save face, shutting up shiny diamonds and butterflys, rhinestones and rainbows, sunshine.... wave goodbye.