Addiction
Structure is very different from this.
May 2006
You are the ink
injected into my veins
using riffle-shaped syringes.
Pull the trigger! Pull the trigger!
You are injected again and again,
sliding and gliding through my hollow body,
you, the ink.
The ink that makes my blood grow darker and darker,
fade into blackness – going on nothingness.
Pull the trigger! Pull the trigger!
You were always the one,
blessed with nothing, yet everything.
sad sad eyes
filled with broken truths and lies.
sad sad smile
leaving the real soul in disguise.
the real you.
You enter my bloodstream
slither and swim through my body,
grabbing a hold of what lies within.
you spread like poison.
Pull the trigger! Pull the trigger!
I’ll swallow poison until I grow immune,
but I’ll never grow immune
to your imperfect perfection,
your ugly beauty,
your contaminated purity.
I will never grow immune to You.
Pull the trigger one more time,
spread like heroin
and kill me with sweet addiction.
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