Your eyes tell me everything
one look and I have no questions
Is it better to simmer
in this pot of certainty
or to burn to the bones
in the white hot flames of lust and confusion?
I need a drug I can feel
not just to get along
I need the party
I need the pill
Let my throat turn raw
let my fingers burn into you
let me wrap my bored synapses
around every inch of you
Go ahead
walk away
I will have you anyway
you won't know it
though you may feel it
when you ask yourself
if you're really alone
when the night feels heavy
when the rain comes down
You know I'm out there
waiting for you
for the injection
the jumpstart
for your chemicals
the inoculation to keep me human another day.
Monday, December 21, 2009
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