Clinically insane
I feel you coursing through my veins.

I've grown chemically fixated.
You leave me inhabilitated.

Is my heart out of synch with time?
Or is this as real as I've dreamt it?
For what seems to be an eternity;
I have coward in your glow.

You're invigorating, and intoxicating.
but I am suffocating;
stuck in waiting;
for you to make your move.

Switchblade fantasies,
which direction do I run?

Keep me safe;
another head case.
Inking my tongue and
longing for your touch.