Maybe I crave these destructive things with such furious intensity because I’m hoping they’ll destroy me so I won’t have to do it myself

like a cop out, if you may, so in the end my hands will be clean

and it’ll be the drugs who are to blame. 
My hands will be clean 
but my wrist won’t be,
and my veins will be filled with 60 MPH winds and toxic venom
and the longer they stay hidden,
the more I crave these destructive things.