Ooh, this hungry craving
Deep within the carnal depths of my being
An agony that I cannot wean
Nor satisfy.
Another slice at my soul
The psuedo-blood that pours
Drip drop, drip drop
Painting a picture
That describes my mind.
The simplest of pleasures
Becoming my addiction
My very own heroin that I grow
With out anyone ever knowing.
A sweet taste upon the lips
This precious design that infiltrates
The fibers of my being.
A beautiful and dangerous concoction
That shall manifest within us all.
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