Candidates of Withdrawal

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Feed me your morphine.

Submitted: February 04, 2007

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Sing me a song of sorrowful empathy.

A song of blinded misery.

Crush my lungs with your frozen atmosphere,

Leaving me empty inside.

A perfect candidate for weakness.

Leave me filthy,

Dripping with anxiety.

Today I want to be sedated,

Left without any emotion.

I want to feel nothing real,

But everything moving.

Let me touch your face,

Fulfilling your needs again.

Give me a kiss imprinted on my thigh.

Feed me your morphine.

I want your pills,

Hand them over so

I can let you abuse me again.


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