Your face is beutiful. My veins are filled with you. Our love is undeniable. Our sex is indescribable. When you leave me i feel so sick. I bet Keith Richards felt like this. Dirt and vomit stain the rug. Waiting for your warm endorphin hug. Although I love you, your the one i want to shoot. Friends and family say its you I should boot. If they only knew your love would the truth come clean. That nothing is better than miss sister morphine.
I have read this now a few times. It's tragic and pleasurable and nightmarish and glorious. Fucking the drug, brutal. An ode to codependency. Addiction's wedding. Truth...beautiful and frightening.