do addicts have to give up on the only thing that can kill and give them life?
I inhaled your scent in like it was oxygen itself
& I’m not stopping, I’m not just drugged, I’m spelled
by your ability to make me struggle differentiating reality from fantasy
so surrender to me, let our bodies sync till we reach ecstasy
intertwine those fingers with mine but I can’t promise not to make a sound
that mouth that utters immaculate words but manages to go south
I knew I was fucked since day one when I let you into my disturbed head
and now my bloodstream is filled with you, the only way out is dead
A part of me hates how this addiction I feel has always been unrequited
but I forget all of that when those eyes meet mine, I’m absolutely defeated
you are my personified drug, I’m high on you, I’m deliberately overdosed
I guess they were right, addicts are blithely compelled souls

















