A whiff of the genie.

Doped teenage years wasted in desecrated degradation,
Jobless bachelorhood and impending doom.
Hollow and abstract thoughts and vague consolation,
Obnoxious odours at a sweatshop room.
An insight into the genie's mind and euphoric city lights,
Glowing fireflies at rock concerts, a void of all things sane.
Salted water on pimpled cheeks and violet paper kites,
Can Time heal all my wounds and drive away the pain?

Frantic attempts to fathom the thought of seeing the genie smile,
Inhuman chunks of palatable pastries, a chocoholic's dream delight.
A profusely bleeding carotid artery and a mouth full of gurgling bile,
A cornucopia of insane emotions on a silent, starry night.