A touch
pain in a bottle
hot, cold, electric,
eternal intoxication.
Weeping torrents
of blood
too red to be real.
Candy sweet as sin.
Heroin-laced
perfection flowing
through my veins.
You can have my body,
but not my mind.
Searching for the truth
among a sordid pack of lies.
Your eyes
sweep me under.
Picking off scabs
as the smoke chokes me.
Every raindrop is
acid on my skin.
Every whisper,
a burning brand
on my soul.
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