emotion is my drug

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emotion is my drug
i'm just another addict

i need to inhale its soft, fresh incense
caressing gentle rays of light
shining from my heart
god's electric touch crackling
i share a great, beautiful,
universal truth
my grin-stretched face
infectious joy, laughter
from birdsong to sunset

i'm just another addict

i need to swallow it
bitter, dry, hard
too large for my throat
its muddy, slow sadness
sliding and spreading mercilessly beneath my chest
tiny fingers gripping my heart
as i stare into the darkness
alone and forsaken and frightened and ashamed
the salt of my tears cleansing
the crush of the world bearing down with its
forlorn lullaby

i'm just another addict

i need to spike it, stab it into my veins
wiggle the needle feeling fire and icy rage
searing into my heart
twisting and screaming violence, lashing out
tearing, biting, clawing
growling thunder
blood pulsing after blood
spears of anger from my eyes pierce the sky

but then it's all quiet
i just can't care
stone worrier

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