posion me

should i choose to love,
or to intoxicate,
your love i can only get so much,
but the drugs that flow through my body,
is the addiction i prefer,
to have.

the needles lay on the floor,
blood stain the sofa,
the alcohol stench on my clothing,
i ask why do i make myself like this.

and the reason is because of you and your perfect blood stained lies....