Illicit Contamination

by Momentary Relapse   Sep 5, 2008


Gazing into his eyes
There's nothing there
An empty loss
He's drifting away

Wondering why he's gone
Tears appear
Quivering lips
Situations dance

The elixir he breathes
Somatic inclination
Fading from hope
Enter the nightmares

The deadened eyes
Broken spirits
Inhuman appetite
The corroding agent

Swallowing his life
Through constant use
A man reborn
Through his abuse

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