Your Drug

I just a little

cruel construe

this world I

come unglued.

I want to melt

in such fashion,

where the bliss

is a satisfaction.

Take me sinner

and all I am here.

Tell mom her

child dissapeared.

Under this arc

of acidic light

my talons they

will take flight.

In shadow dim

as tomorrow dear

I have torment I

close heart near.

No entry shall

this warmth take

in any bossom

my nerves quake.

I bleed numb

in a circulation

that I strip a lip,

form equations.

The value of it,

all consuming hit

of a puff so quick

keeps you so lit.

Child the ration

of all compassion

and all a passion

I try to fashion.

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