Cocaine
My love of cocaine’s euphoria
Deep as the divide, this chasm our love lays
My hate for cocaine, this scorching rage
Mirrors the burning desire you effectuate
Tugging at hidden places I’ve never seen
Shining light through to rooms never been
Hands vowed to own my heart have been frozen by that bastard named cocaine
Each fine line stings as a razors slash
Striking indulgently, mesmerizingly, with such artistic skill
Until nothing but a love for this sweet euphoria named pain exists in a hollow hell
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