Delicate Facade

You were my bottomless steady pursuing, My constant race that effervesced taint, The sea hound that ran cold down self-medication’s neck, And drank the blazing deception until pain was numb. I craved you, used you, I stole your social solution of satin stains, And regretted my nauseating fraud of swift defense, I couldn’t grip myself without your consoling illicit illusion, Shattered armor would glisten with guilty fabrication, Then trickle your soothing intoxicating sap. Passionate attempts to fasten my crisis, Have left shards of Lucifer’s sensual glass, Scattered around my sleep like polluted pests of consequence, That confounds my falsehood and ruptures my patience. Yet I still hunger for your vulgar sedating sweetness, Your sticky pretense reviving charade of hope, Your complete anesthetic that is so effortless, And the incessant lace of my own deception.