Intense Interruption

This simple scheme of addiction.

I'd become acquainted with this world of loath and mischief, from the discussion of wandered pleasure.

"Who be thy heroine?" He asked. His voice subdued. Eyes agleam.

My appropriate answer-- none exist. But complicated it be to speak.

Enthralled in the moment, he prescribed me a cure!

This version- one, had been at most effect.

The needle pressured. Vein precise.

Translate: Moan.

He laughed upon my proven limited mentality.

I wanted to wisp last my lost addiction.

/And yet I loved you for it/

You are my hatred.

My cold, cutting, caustic abhorrence.

You are every lie that made its way into my heart, making me believe.

You are every stupid late night phone call.

You are everything I've ever wanted and couldn't have.

You are my cruelest muse.

Manipulative and Masochistic.

/and yet I loved you for it/