I had constipation,
I took a laxative,
I could not sleep,
I tossed and turned,
Wife gave me sleeping pill.
You guess what happened.

I am addicted, I must confess
Lately I've been a distracted mess,
I'm not myself, acting mad,
You are the fix I need bad.

Have cravings in my head
For your presence in bed,
I try to stop them, instead they grow,
Prancing around my mind to and fro.

Falling hard, I isolate,
Care too much so I fixate,
Loved ones think I am depressed,
**** their opinions, I am obsessed.

Bad choices, on another binge,
Melted love fills the syringe,
Tie off arm, find a vein,
Wince as I feel usual pain.

Anticipation comes in a flood,
Viewing the needle awash with blood,
Calm, I slowly push it in,
Quickly remove the point from my skin.

It does the trick, I wait to feel
A high so good it is almost unreal,
The way I go crazy around you
Has me confused; dizzy too.

The rush I get when you get close,
Has me begging for my next dose,
Love is worth the pain that follows,
Empty sickness as your gut hollows.

Desperate to see your face,
Affection is the drug I chase,
My whole world revolves around your touch,
It's unhealthy, you are now my crutch.

It is harmful yet I still ingest,
What fills the heart inside my chest,
This well-known poison I speak of
Is a wonderful substance called love.

It can make you lose a big part
Of yourself, even your heart,
Changes you into someone new,
An unrecognizable statue.

Careful, it's strong enough to ****,
More addictive than any pill,
I'm high off love, need your heart,
Strung out, wishing I could restart.

If I could go back i would,
Turn around before you could,
Poison me with medicine,
"Just say no" before love could begin.

It's way too late for me to quit,
I am controlled by my habit,
Sinking deeper into your abyss,
All I am: a fiend for your kiss.

Pill after pill
Stanza after stanza

A medicine of confession
Poetry, a prescription

For the pain
I would never show

For the joy
I never wrote

Swallowed
Now with ink on paper

easy on the transmission
she says and
i feel
skin on my hand
i breathe a little

think of your happy place
she says and
i see
waves
and palm trees

where are you
she says and
i say
the beach

you hate the beach
she says and
i nod
in agreement

You’d think that demons and devils don’t exist
And that humans, once passed, would lay asleep
You can come to my office and see for yourself
But, my patients love visitors that they can keep
I don’t want to alarm you, but it is true
These patients crave souls, not pills
I can’t get them to swallow chemicals in oblongs
They can’t be satisfied with just prescription refills
You might think I’m doing honorable work
Maybe not, but at least I can deal with them
So you don’t have to,
That sort of behavior, I always condemn
Who were you wanting to visit again?
Oh, I forgot, you were the one with symptoms.

Give me a dollar
And I'll make something of it.
Give me your time
And I'll waste it.

Staring down the red pill and the blue pill.
Trying to decide between nothing and everything.
Making sure the Dread Pirate Roberts doesn't drink his own poison.

There is no hand I would least rather die at
Than my own.

Encased
In: is taste
Adventure and pain,
Mal...
Anthraxian paste.

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Entreat. What a treat
Treat take, speak in slur
Speak high pitched, and poised like verb.

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Speak,
And be a being-
Taste the granules my good sir.

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Why in place
Of talk and words
Can leaves appear, and usurp their roles?
Incontent.

-

Unconnected, perfected in posture
Stand tall as statue in excellent valkra.

-

Moulding our children
Our wives and women
Our sons-
And silent heathens we hold within.

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Capped soul,
Capped soul.
Effect: brushed with steal wool.

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Biases become belief
Dreams- reality
And still reliant upon it.

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"It" is the driving force in our lives
We cant let go or compromise
Always controlling, for joy- for pain
Pulsating fever, in brain
Pulsating stacatto
A memory always wiped away-
(Or manufactured, for a brighter day.)

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Mercy on us
Another arrives
To cure your new self/served alibi.
(White coat wizard
Bless me I tell...)
Bless me I tell...

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All of my,
Feet are sick
From walking these plains
These cold hard ******
The road is rough
In this city white...
This city so stark white...

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Inside, they all seem alive!
But its a waking dream
Glazed over eyes.
(Vertical dismemberment,)
No more trash pail
This whole land is a landfill.