There are a few things I have by my bed at night except for a nightlight
Benzodiazepines, amphetamines, antidepressants, and a crafting knife
It might sound a bit ****** up, but sweetheart, that’s the story of my life
To stay alive I sold my soul and paid a high price

Amongst the purple clouds
My mind swims so freely
Thoughts of you are overwhelming
And my chest aches in withdrawal
From this new experience

It all feels so fast
But addictions often are
Pulsating heart
Your words alone intensify it's beat
Your touch makes it race even faster
But it also pulses deep

Even as time passes
These feelings grow more intensely
I can't imagine how that's possible
But I'm lost in this world with you
Warmth spreads through my body
As we lay in the silent darkness

This feels like peace
Our own escape from the universe
We've created our own dimension
Comprised of vulnerability and intimacy
Driven by anarchist tendencies
It feels nearly untouchable

You're my drug of choice
And I'm high on this love
Buzzing from your smile
And your laugh fuels my soul
I am finally present
In these beautiful moments with you

Our hands meet in the dark
Under the influence of these feelings
I know I could chase this high forever

Tonight there is quiet
And peace in the solace
Of knowing tomorrow provides
Plentiful harvests of value
To blighted and meaningless lives

Awoken to half-empty purpose
To pour from a cup of concerns
Is like watering gardens with salt of the earth
Empathy blooms only nightshade it seems
If roses know not of their worth

But why do we covet these thorny expressions
Untouchable as they may be
What so possesses the florist's seed sowing
Such colorful flowers, bouquets to be sold
When all of them wither and die without knowing

The answer to why in this vase they grow old

I asked my manager this during a rough week on a day when I was terribly hungover:

"How the hell did you survive your twenties?"

His answer:

"Video games. Lots of video games."

Dilate my pupils, my love, my veins.
(I'm) In sane- In sanity.
Vanity of all around
Found a friendship in the faucet
Washed the powder down with bottled water


        stolen.

Let me hold this feeling
Until I can give it back to the sun
Wonder when the world will
wash away wishes with a whiteness

Wholeness
     Stolen.

Happiness.
     Swollen.

Uncontrolled.      Uninhibited.

Why won't the world let me
love the world    with my  madness
My - driasis.

Dilated so I can take essence in.

  Sin.

                         Stolen.