Poetry In the Veins

If I could I would inhale poetry Stick a needle in my arm to reach a deeper high A high that only poetry can bring Especially the finish product My hell consists of writer's block Being force to put down the pen and the pad forever That would be never I have poetry in the veins it flows through my blood goes straight to my heart Than I take it to the head A passion that I will love to take to bed I want to completely undress And engulf myself In it's mere essence So pure So true Always completely faithful I love myself some poetry I could never quit this addiction I'm sorry Why don't you help me out Let me Serenade you Get friendly with my friend poetry See a side of me U never knew A side only the pen and paper know Cause I got poetry in my viens Wanna shoot up with me?