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