Drug

What kind of drug are you

That creates such need

Every minute of every day

Until the teeth fall out

And the skin turns grey

And every night

Bleeds into every day?

The killing kind

My love, my love

The soul-filling,

Life and death entwined kind

That will lead them to the highest heights

And let them go

To watch them fall

As a comet to the earth below

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