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My God, I feel terrible life in constant hangovermy body screams murderand I dont have the keysto the bells and the ringingblaring at me:How could you lose heryour new sacred drugdo what you must, butyou MUST get it backthe shaking wont stopitll only get worseJust like any other drugbut twice as holyimpossible to conjure on demandAppearing out of darkness at your choosing Impeccable your timing for the damnedLeft hand out, stretchedright hand behind youready to slashLocked eye to eyesensing my every small twitch, you dont even flinchNo, you know betterYou dont make the first move Im truly not worth itYet you still allow me your heavenly gazethat sly wicked smile.a wink when your song comes on.And when your nails dig deep into my wrist You kiss the cuts that bleedBut just when youre about to biteand your needles are wedgedin the veins of my armsyour merciful grace disappearsand Im left in the coldshivering, shaking, aloneWhat do you want?
What must I do?Im a slave to your presence You own my attention This body is yours!Ive proven so patientI can only lick my woundsnot knowing if Ill ever feel youor your blood-curling presence againI savor your scent on my wristsstill warm and pulsingmy arm pangs with blissThis little hit keeps me goingHowever long I must goto get my next fix Straight from your lips!
Im in way too deepIm in way too deep