Tag: alternative literature

Asmodeus: Dopamine

Yeah Asmodeus got me
Running low on heart
Colours fading, Soul draining
Yeah Asmodeus got me good
The meds I’m on ain’t got me
The Xan ain’t got me
Yeah Asmodeus got me tho
When facing the void, all out of ammo

I hate I’m so reliant on it
I hate that it’s ‘need’ as well as ‘want’
But man I need that kinetic energy
I need the blinds down and the lights on
I need to see to believe what I’m feeling
I’m just so reliant on it
I live for a glimpse of the view
A shot so perfect, you’d swear someone was directing us
As my clothes falls down your chest with diamond precision
Oh Asmodeus got me good
I feel your outline
But nothings convinces me this is real
The idea of you being here feels factious
I hate that I’m reliant to your touch
Cos Asmodeus has got me on watch
He allows the dopamine to return to my brain
And until the next display for his grace
He’ll withhold it yet again

Oh yes Cos I remember the punishment
When my heart belonged to no one
And life hit you with the dry spell
He shows no mercy
An element most demonic crawls into my mind
The mood takes a cataclysmic impact
I’m talking terminal velocity to concrete shit
My grasp on reality falters
Hallucinations become commonplace
Interaction becomes torture
Life starts to stagnate
Death becomes a thrill
He could stop it anytime he wanted
Click his fingers or give the order
But he demands tribute
Not resources wasted on life who can’t provide it
Oh he got me good
Hands shaking, brow sweating
Oh he got me good
Heavy breathing, vision going
Oh he got me good
Nothing feels, everything hurts, oh he knows
The morning whisky shot
The kitchen knife calling for blood
Oh he knows, oh he knows
Asmodeus got me good
Vice grip on my soul, ain’t gonna let go
I hate I’m so reliant on it
I hate I’m so indebted to him
Yeah, Asmodeus got me good

Sebastian Noël

Loop

The cosmos is merciless
The kingpin of duress
The quill on the script
The drug that causes the trip
There are no exceptions, you’re expected to dance on beat

Another coffee husked afternoon to add to the pile
Wasting time re-writing the same lines everyday
He wants to push past, write something that’ll last
But when mind and the sword don’t align
The loop starts its never relenting swipes
Stuck like VHS, feels like an unwelcome caress

Starts to write about the birds chirping in the trees
Another line about her expensive smile proceeds
Wants to write to make the world better
But look, yet another line about her crystal eyes
About the majesty of her thighs
Her cutting sense of humor
Her child heart
Cool clothes
Unending tallent
Think im being unfair? Well remember who’s holding the pen

The cosmos is merciless
The reason you regress
The strings in a marionette
The assassin of your alphabet
You have no choice in the things you scribe

A classic sonnet, a Blake competitor
Both out of your reach if you bite your tounge
Your hearts aflame; supernova, cos this story isn’t over
She’s got tabs on you, they have tabs on you
The entire populous with eyes have tabs on you
Your life’s consumed, unless romance blooms

Art can only dely so much
Life’s creeping on you
Put the pen down son
Doomsdays comming your way

Sebastian Noël