And your skin makes thin the thoughts within,
the mind that dares explore.
Your hands a rim around the sin,
and they do ache for more.
There is no love, addiction at best,
I wouldn’t settle for more.
Divisions of futures, burn fast the now,
hope is pregnant with sore.
A moment, a moment can’t grasp the moment
this ecstasy of life, now, it’s now!
She raised her brow and smashed my name,
I claimed insane, objected in vain,
That, that, that my friend, that just brought me bad,
Envisioning old age I knew that wanting makes one mad.
The next December I remember deprivation ruled
the needy beasts want greedy feasts and can’t be really fooled.
Some hands they mingled, storms afire in eyes of clueless nights,
From the fire more desire, as the heathen bright.
Brows still raising raping, craving, I will not end this being
She can’t be making so much taking, why am I not seeing?
So that, that, that had to stop or death and glory would rife,
Thinking of meaning within my being I knew this wasn’t life.
Drugs kill reality but they don’t build,
A world so lucid you can get killed.
The human, unskilled when cravings are human,
The human fulfilled, only by human.
Life the puzzle, a picture unjust,
The pieces only fit-connected by lust.
So why should we bow for love divine,
A swine does what we do-isn’t it a sign?
Wouldn’t it be fine?
Is it fine? Am I fine?