Psychonarcotics

You're naked on the table, drinking vodka. The carpet is on fire but you're putting it out with your tears. Am holding my dead body and feeling it grow cold in my own arms. There's methadone explosions in the air and xanax eruptions in my head. Our hearts throb in emotional holocaust. Fire in my eyes, ice in your heart. The skeletons from our closet have com out to play piano and tango in the balcony. Suicide dangles on the ceiling as lust pulls us close .Am bleeding gasoline and now you're trapped in the flames as the snow on your heart melts to the heat. I want to die, just for the silence. Eyes glow red at our windows as worms crawl out of the bloodstained walls. This wasn't what we wanted,but this is what wanted us. -psychonarcotics- Elliepoet