Narcotic Kisses

My minds distorted

but you're going to take me to the bottom until I'm finally euphoric.

When I'm swallowed in depression

you embrace with temptation

and when I've finally had enough

I crush you up and huff you up.

I pop a few

Then you whisper little nothings like

"I'll rescue you."

In the end...

It's just me

and you

and your

Narcotic Kisses.

Euphoria

Euphoria is...

Like a junkie to the drug
Like a thug to his gun
Like a cutter to the blade
Like the emptiness an anorexic craves
The condition turns into a disaster then we push to be free.

Like the beast in alcoholics
Like a power-hungry occultist
Like the mentality of a murderer
Like the demons the insane suffer
They pray for deliverance, some sacrifice their freedom just to lose themselves in the process.

Like a Christian to the Bible
Like a Muslim to the Koran
Like a Psychologist to the human mind

Or the doctor or nurse with the consuming desire to save a life.

Now they have no one
All they have is themselves and momentary peace.

And then there is misery...