Addiction Part Two

The glow from the computer replaces daylight
and delight, and we’ve lost sense of
the hours and violet violence.
This is something new –
something that can’t be repaired.
I thought this would be
easy enough – but I haven’t
seen you since the snowfall in the summertime.
The sadness, the sickness, the chalk on
your chin – deceiving and removed
from prying eyes. Music bounces and
I’m a teenager again, hiding behind eyes
and safety words. And the sun won’t shine
on your pasty skin, the world won’t accept
that you’re alive.

You’re dying for life and the liquid drops;
can’t take a breath or the needle will slip
and the pain will find your veins. Just a little
drip and your heart will stop and you’ll feel
nothing – no suffering, no despair, and your
body abused. Look up; pupils on the door –
it’s not pleasure, it’s just loneliness manifested
in orgasm and blasphemy. And the sickness
will part the blanket one day, with razorblades
and painkillers and the coming darkness.
I don’t believe in you; the sadness consumes
us as sex fills the cemetery. And it will
always fail to grow – the sweat drips
and we summon death.