Consume

How they've dressed entire worlds

In this little pill, this one shot

This single line, all that we've got

Is time and intoxication

Lies and reclamation

Of the grounds where they enslaved us

How binding reality is

In the fault lines between fixes

In the call signs of the dead

Whose raised arms torment

Through cascading walls

And beg us, bear one more fall

One more tryst with the gaping maw

Of addiction, I feed my demons

Still they gnaw at my flesh

I seed my dreams, still they wilt within moments

Of overexposure to the stifling order

Of life, I climb higher

Ensure my feet won't touch the ground

When the rope is tight around

My neck

How they've dressed up death

In a beautiful gown

How her hips promise

To convince and convict

To compose and commit

This euphoric apocalypse

Of sweat and strained breath

Of lust and descent

Into the abyss, the spiral state

Of concomitance, a succubus dressed

To suit, a hunger derived

From the truth, how this world views

You, trapped in your tiny pill

Your plunged needle, your tightened belt

Your single line, your swallowed shot, I find

I am devouring you, falling into

This dark room, where you're

Developing photographs, breathing

In half-breaths, bathed in

Your chemicals, your touch bids me

Consume.