Intervention

I’m addicted to you in the sickest way,
As if your perfection is heroin for the
Acid veins running through my system.
I find myself drinking in the disgusting
Concoction waiting to get drunk from
Your flavor on my lips.
I’ve secretly become your stalker,
Waiting for your undressed pictures
To appear burning their permanence
Into the soft tissue weaving to create the
Psychological mind-fuck you and I have
Forced upon ourselves.
I’m a sadistic alcoholic,
Examining your posture trying to find
Just the right place to stab the
Pins in this voodoo doll I’ve so lovingly
Named after you.
I’ve become your coke addict with your
Soot eating my nose like a thousand
Flies covering the deadest carcass in the field.
I’m deadly now, circling your being with my
Chipped and shattered beak that only wants to
Snip and pry at your skinny bones.
I give you the pleasure of seeking my wounds
And pouring gasoline onto my seared flesh,
Watching as I shake and stare you in the eye.
Write me an intervention and a television show
Just so you can prove to the world how much
Depression it takes to finally drive one insane.
Obsessed with only the idea of your ultimate
Demise I watch and wait for you to finally
Collapse under the pressure of my syringe
Sinking into your skin and sending my own
Disease into your so beautiful perfection.