Life is just a 10 cc shotgun love affair
Gun held to the head
And prayers spoke in quick whispers.
Injection screams and high reliefs
Cold crawl up the spine and down
The arms and shock the brain.
Numb.
Numb becomes friend
Daze becomes life.
She holds the gun to my head
And tells me she loves me.
The gun’s held to my head
While the rigs are tethered to my
Wrists.
Dangle down the needle
With some of her poison
Lure me into nothingness,
Lure me into death.
The cancer spreads throughout the soul.
Pushing me to the edge of nothing more
Then the end,
The borderline of life and death.
Robbing me of sanity.
Sanity is nothing more then the comfort
That was robbed of me.
She strings my sanity around her neck like
A necklace
Mocking my every step, my every thought.
Choking my consciousness dry of all
That was right
Till everything’s wrong.
Till I’m nothing more then a dime-store junky, a
Bittersweet lover
That craves the ache.
This dance is a lonely one,
This road is a long one,
This high is a friend
This blank stare
Breathes down the back
Of my neck
And etches panic in my mind.
She replaces sanity with
Irregular heartbeats and cravings.
Every night I kiss her lips
Every night, all night
Her lips are
Sweet, sweet
Candy addiction
In the form of brown liquid sugar.
A downer and an upper mixed together.
The voices are outside surrounding me
Trapping me
And then it all goes blank.
She holds the shotgun to my head
Dangling my sanity over my head
And laughing cruelly,
She dares me to stop.
But she’s my
World spinning
Blank staring
Fetal position lover.
She’s addiction, dancing in the night,
My 10 cc shotgun love affair.
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