Addicted
Laying before me, I have twenty two
lined up syringes consisting of you
Each vial holds a different piece of your soul
I'm missing a fragment so can't make you whole
The morsel that's missing, already injected
soothing withdrawls, my body infected
I promised I know, to try'n give you in
Some how I don't know where I should begin
I tilt my head sideways inspecting the goods
Savour the moment like true addicts should
The little glass cages, which to pick first?
To surfeit my hunger and quench my thirst
I want you to dance on the back of my tongue
Cascade inside me so we can be one
Hand to my mouth, I can't keep you steady
No turning back now, too late, are you ready?
Copyright © Jodie Williams | Year Posted 2018
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