What are you doing?
What makes you think you know a thing?
As if you could tell the difference
Between real life and a dream.

What compels you forward?
You know how you’ll end up.
Your very soul’s a jester,
No matter how you dress it up.

Do you think that this will change things?
Oh, I assure you that it will:
You will drown in every failure…
And in every tear you spill.


Being nothing scares me
More than you ever could:
So it will be what it will be…
Now shut up, Wormwood.

8 thoughts on “Wormwood

    1. Lol! I was referring to C. S. Lewis’s “The Screwtape Letters,” (which I’ve never actually read, but ran across some music recently which was inspired by it) in which Wormwood is the name of a demon.

      Besides… nothing can be proven. 😜 Really though: my closest experience with opium is chocolate, and Sherlock Holmes. Actually, maybe not even the chocolate… I don’t think I’ve ever had Godiva. 🤔

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      1. Ah, I see. Poets of a century past loved them their absinthe, and I though curiosity thus drew you. Seriously, I read that from those green mists Wormwood rose.

        As for chocolate and opium, close enough (I imagine). My only experience with “the cold mistress” is a codeine-laced med I was prescribed at age twelve. Enthralling, and utterly terrifying too. No thank you, though I reserve the right to be fascinated – then, now, and forever.

        I’d recommend Godiva if ever you have the opportunity, Rachel. It gave me a delicious little rush (pun intended, unfortunately), and I’m a guy. I understand women’s reaction to chocolate is the same as is men’s, except times ten!

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        1. Haha! No, I don’t think that would be legal; Drinking age and all that. Besides, my maudlin mind — and my temper — hardly needs the encouragement.

          Times ten, huh? Sounds accurate: we do rather like our chocolate. I’ll have to try it sometime.

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