Conversation With My Weakness
Can you hear me?
Can you taste me?
I know you yearn
just for the smell
of me.
Don't fight just pick
me up, tilt me
over so you can
fill up.
Don't stop, what for?
With me theres always
room for more and more.
Regardless of what you
think I'm everywhere, I
sense your weakness through
your digestive stare.
It starts with the
thought of me now
your begining to consume,
and I enjoy as
your pain starts to resume
No one can stop
me regardless of what
you thought, I'm the
beast that destroys and
brings down your fort.
It's funny cause you
know my secret yet
you act like you
don't, from me to
you I can't care
and I surely won't.
Others probaly wonder who
am I? I was the
one casted down from
the sky in the form
of a bottle I
simply destroy lives.
It's so wonderful that
you already know this,
yet the choice you
make is to give me a kiss.
The love for me
is so strong, you
try to turn away
but seriously for how long.
I wish I can
say with me you'll
win, nope. No life,
no love, just me
and sin.......
My conversation with hennesse
and gin...
Copyright © Christopher Burgos | Year Posted 2010
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