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"I spill really clean & you know it," Morphine always says to you, once you promised yourself that you are more important than that euphoric sensation, no matter how good it feels/

You want to be natural.  All chemical component free. "I can make you regret nothing. And have everything to remember & not forget." You try not to look at that smile, to no avail, it's warm. No escape now. Endure what you lack in thought.  Process her piss for your meals/

Oh, now look at you.  The day makes you want to hide.  You must leave this room and face the realm of 'what may be' outside these four rooms. Look at the mess. Paper,burned furniture, wax spilled on records,broken Christmas lights, and a whole new dimension of foul life growing in your bathroom.  With the smell of blood in your nostrils, you hear a knock at the door/

"You need to let me in, before I cause a scene in this hallway.  So stop all of the bullshit & new age thought of freedom from me," Morphine chimes through the front door.  You slap yourself, literally, as you slide to the ground with your back against the door.  "I can smell your thoughts of me," Morphine continues, " to think that if you drown your body in alcohol, that I wouldn't recognize my own odor"/

You are at a stand still between a door and momentary bliss.  The freedom to drive any inane moment to dance in your faults or ignore them. "Look," Morphine picks ups, "I'll  let you fuck me.  The full 22 baby & no holdin' back at all.  Wha'do you say, honey-cum?"  Now you are very interested, so much that you decide to clean up your whole apartment, before you let in a regret that will decide for itself/

"About time you slow too stupid to know dependent waste of sweat,time & seamen, lets get this on & if you want, over with,forever," Morphine says with that smile that you like so much, that you hate it with all of the love you could ever muster when you see it.  You have no qualms about it, but you cannot anticipate this fuck!  It would beyond beauty for the sake of health/

You thrust Morphine in places that you never new could serve you pleasure.  You are now open and want to be one with this function and continue the thrust, the touch, the heat, forever's ever.  The internal escape is moist.  The fall coats of October are speaking in solid light this time.  You trust Morphine!  You trust Morphine!  How you could consume yourself in the blind thought that you do not now or ever need Morphine is a broken cause made by promises & that is not bullshit, it's yakshit,my friend.  Hard driven, throttle powered yakshit! You lick Morphine in a design that you decide you should paint; in honor of your ability to truly feel and yes, Morphine is clean/

The walls show glowing potential without all of their judgmental smudge.  What do they know, huh? "You fucked me," Morphine says, "now I fuck you." You cringe at the thought of this and tell Morphine 'no'.  Now you've done it ,you've made Morphine angry now and the fornication, has now turned to a battle for dominance! You fight and bite! You tear and tear!  You cuss and cut! "You don't fuckin' tell me no, you worthless thought of nothing, not even roach spit,"  Morphine yells at you.  "You just want to use me all this time and don't think,no you don't, apparently, you just think that you can walk away from me?  Naughty nothin' ass bitch, I fuckin' OWN you!"  Morphine kicks your naked body in the sternum and skull at least 7 times each.  With that beautiful smile, you never though that something so becoming, could be so cold and mean/

"You don't seduce so well, you know that?"  Morphine says, as they fix themselves,while you wither and whine on the floor. You sob and slobber.  You try to adjust yourself, to show some sort of dignity.  For the palisades of pleasure have left for tea, along with 3 of your teeth.  "Guess this is goodbye," says Morphine, "you really don't know the value of 'enjoy' & that's so fuckin' bad.  SO fuckin' obvious.  You just want and want, but the best thing right now, the best thing right now if, you can, make up your mind about somethin' for the sake of oh.... what, your an idiot to the unnatural power, so lets pick here," Morphine says with that dead sexy seductive smile/

"For the sake of air, how about that?"  Morphine says with a wickedly wet sounding laugh.  "FOR THE SAKE OF AIR!"  Morphine yells.  You try to make sense of it.  Try to picture the words in the form of a pretty flowers making friends.  You rise to your feet, wiping the blood from your mouth, then making a bloody mouth smile.  "You are just no good,you can't even be my friend.  You don't even fuck fair.  How can you even have that look in your eyes as if you care?"  Now the tone in Morphine's voice makes you weep a little.  You fell for the sorrow line, whole and moon rise obliterated full.  You cannot help but feel sorry for Morphine, and offer  your shoulder for comfort.  Now Morphine has gone.  Been gone for some time.  Now, as I keep time on this wall, I see your dead body all bloated, in a semi fetal position on the floor, while your eyes are looking out of the window for an answer in death.  Me being just a clock, all I could do is witness and document the moments.  Hopefully someone will contact the manager when they get a whiff of your mercury scented bile.  Who knows, maybe you'll be reincarnated as decay's intelligent child/