More than I want my heart to beat
More than I need my next breath
More than anything
I want to imbibe you
You’re poison, I know it
Toxic, degenerative and strong
You leave me weak, sick and wrong
It’s written plainly on the label
Always was
And yet…
The taste of you is the sweetest nectar
The most pure bliss
To drink you is to know honeyed heaven
And to put you back down
Is to know blackened hell
For that is when the corruption sets in
Right after the smallest sip
It boils my blood
Seizes my heart
And the pain tears apart my brain
Making me hate everything I am
While afflicted I gain clarity
And that delivers insanity
Even if I close my eyes tight
I can still smell your acrid scent
And when I open my eyes to peak
I remember the taste
And my thirst becomes unquenchable
Sweet, syrupy succor
Which coated all of my fears
In its pleasant paradise
A numbing, gelid goddess
Who ruins me in time
But I’d gladly give you my pathetic life
If you so choose to take it
And yet
Somehow
It’s my choice
As if any of us really has a choice
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold
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