Opiate Maze

Lost in this opiate maze
With the scent of hopelessness
A Plasmic indulgence

Pleasure in my torture
Grazes and scratches
Slices through all of my organs

The sinful division
Or disorder alone
We live in 
A capsule of love

Inhibitions to discover
Pleasure to touch and enjoy here
But this surface is so sharp
Cut my hands each time we touch

Growth
And what we separate
So close to unity
Yet closer to the edge

I will love you
In my grave just for you
Coffin confessions
Never to be heard

Need you to stay close
Right here next to me

©Littlejoga 10/07/01

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