There’s a caption in your eyes;
A sting inside your stare.
A price upon your lips;
A venom in your hair.

There’s a pulse amidst your picture
Broiling my soul.
A conviction in your voice;
A soothing mind control.

A simplicity in knowing
That nothings worth the wait.
I come without becoming,
I leave without restraint.

Watching the deep incessant ache
Become a vast irrelevance,
As vacant worth inscribes itself
Upon my consciousness.

A phantasm of a future
Spilt in scarlet chardonnay.
I watch the nights inauguration
To the substance of the day.

A false sense of resilience;
Ambition turns to waste.
Resigned of my vocation,
There’s no smile to replace.

Kissing those insipid lips
I stick the needle deep;
Hoping when I wake from overdose
I've lost your memory.

 
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