She lies,
Crushed, but not fragile
A vessel for
Sweet life
Like a knife through my stomach
And a needle to my mind
She tears my eyelids open
To devour
My thoughts.
Sure she shows
My wake, in throes
Of what I chose
Don't
Even think about it.
I'm not paranoid
Just trying to
Fill the void
Stave the crave
And stop my inner infant
From squirming
While I tighten the noose.
Morbid, right?
Relax.
I've got my fix.
It's only three licks
To the center of this tootsie-pop.
And no, I won't stop.
Your intervention clashes
With my dissension.
So bugger off will you?
It's two-fifty for a two-liter
And a heck of a lot cheaper than blow.
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