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Overdose💉
Their domicile of blossoms choke
The evidence of mock bouquets
Of fragrance covering the smoke
Of relics from extinguished days.
While in the marble bath retreat,
Intense expressions of her vex,
With melting ooze from candle's heat,
A woman waxing nude her sex.
While cooking up a dose of crime
To full inject one's gathered flesh,
An eerie children's nursery rhyme
She mouths the simple words afresh:
'My dear, I am your sugar rush,
I'll be the very death of you.
But does the love you have for me
Know that I am no good for you.'
A life expectancy so brief
To build up a dependency.
And like the night that brings a thief,
Which one of them would tolerate -
And who will be the first to grieve?
Last needle used with final fix,
Like it becomes the deepest plug,
To poke a lover's vein betwixt,
To murder with its lethal drug.
A dark foreboding draws them in
To share the sleet of metaphor.
Their lust goes far beyond the sin
Where love will part from death no more.
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