August 14, 2013
You crawl under my skin and make me crave you
like the burn of liquid fire traveling down my throat
or the sensation of black smoke filling my lungs.
I need you,
because you fight the voices in my head,
leaving them bruised and bloody and
with a smile upon my face.

You start an eternal fire in my half dead heart,
bringing it back to life,
burning down all of the walls I created.
You paint a rainbow of watercolours in my cold, dark soul.
You made me fall in love,
something I swore I'd never do.
You got me addicted;
and baby, I'm addicted to you.

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