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hmmmm interesting spin on addiction

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Inspired by OutofBmore

Searched the world for that cure
That itch had to scratch
See those tracks
Those marks
Bore from the sweetest thrill
The overkill
The joy
The taste
The soul’s waste
The glassy starry eyed black leathery skin
Of the beauty
Destroyed within
Kept silent by the untold convulsions
And vomiting of love
Between two lovers
The self
Someone else
The poorest mentality
Lost
Heartfelt pleas
The degrees
Of separation seven ways
Laid to rest the phenomenal person
I knew you once to be
Inside twisted ugly burdens
Carried simply
Because the need to be perfect
Indirectly
Affected
The mortality
Of love
Peace
And happiness
Vowed to stay
No longer here
Outside world
Zoning out interplanetary
Keeping the vision
Blurred
Sit back realized the moment
You turned
Lips charred from brutality
Hands soiled with impropriety
Gazing boy
The luck of the Colombian girl
Sold by the nickel
Enslaved by the green
Almighty white powder
No images seen
Vampiric costs
The blood settles with the bones
The syringe of self hate
Mutilated with stones
Diamond dreams
Sold in a genie bottle
Purple hazed cloud of utopia
Wet between the thighs
Bodies inclusion
The Potter’s Field for the damned
And inside I cry holding out my hand
Sexy lover innuendoes
Questions
No answers only laughter
From the wicked demon within
Sent cumming into rages
Of S&M
Sit down a minute
While I share the story
Of black white and faded glory
A passionate tale
Of love everlasting
Infinite vows of honesty
Monogamy
True to the heart of the matter
Tearless
Fearless
Breathless
Sighs
Closed eyes
Closed legs
Ass up
Fucked in and out
Taking all that silver tipped dick can give
To live
To die
To survive
The game
Played between two lovers
Extracurricular emotions being played by the role and the actress knowing the lines and the signs
Waiting for the camera lights
No action
Just simply the snowflakes
Of holidays past
And the ghost of the future
Bearing children
Of the present
To see the moment artive
When the last toke
Of heaven
Derives
From the smell of burnt almonds
Old arsenic and lace
The smile upon the face
Of the hellions
Of the self mutilation
And bittersweet crack
Lover’s paradise