Stripped

Undertones are heavily weighted
Beneath every word so jaded
Can't quite pinpoint it
But there is a bit left implicit
Rethinking the feeling?
Misled or misreading?
Thought to be in tune
Not misconstrued
By the dispute
With confusion and repute
Stretched out and exposed
Nothing more to disclose
Left to decipher what little is shown
Underneath cloaks of the unknown
This is unjust
This is a must
Remove the sheaths
Reveal or release

Heroin Whore

Lovesick bitch
Always ready to split
Pure once, before she was broken and worn
Tattered and torn, she continues to transform
Swallowing the souls of those who care
Indulging in the drug the wicked ones bare
Stone cold safeguard, the illusion of strength
Take her and rape her but stay at arm's length.

 
The junkie
The junkie
The junkie is me.

 
Meth head
Alone in her bed
The world is sleeping, but
She's staring at the ceiling
Bleeding brain
Adrenaline veins
Fight or flight?
Fight it tonight.

 
The junkie
The junkie
The junkie is me.

 
Heroin whore
Looking to score
The drug is free
When the junkie's on its knees
Who will invest in the habit
When they already have it?
Scabbed needle stick scars
Do you know who you are?

 
The junkie
The junkie
The junkie is me.

Crossing Continuums

Every damn time
I feel it
Wish I could stop it.
My heart flying…
Fleeing…
Breaking out…
Shattering the ribs.
On the brink
Leaving a sick
Sinking…
Hollow feeling…
In the gut.


Every damn word
I see it
Wish I could block it.
My mind racing…
Fearing…
Falling…
Invading the ventricles.
In a daze
Leaving a sense
Of  seclusion…
Confusion…
And envy…
In the core.


An ill craving…
Feed the fiend
All the same
In different strides.
The parody…
I'm the junkie
I do it to myself
All the time.

Requisite

Soaking wet
With anticipation
Frustration
Admiration.
The desire
The need for
The thirst...
Complete intoxication.
The thrill
Is not
the penetration.
It is the temptation
And excitation.
The gratification
Is in that
Which leads to
The sensation.

Give me
The passion.  

The visions
And dreams.
The fever
And fantasies.
The theories
And beliefs.
The ambition
And motivation.
The  creativity
And spontaneity.

Give me
The crux
Of your soul.

Give yourself to me.