Addiction

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It is a hell of a dependency...
Same stunt, different cunt... extracted passionate reverie.
Aesthetics never held his empathy...
...Pulling burning love through alchemization into a memory,
then traced it's energy to set in lettering,
gets him past the isolation as deafening as the devils scream.
A substance of lust, bliss, and telepathy,
Telling him the shadow that he see's as real as she'll ever be.
Chasing space in a vacant dream.
Like being up to neck in water and swimming just to escape the deep.
The faces change, but he stays asleep.
Inconceivable attempts to abstain from Sun, but taste its gleam.
Taking razors edge to an ending and take amends
lining up its potent contents, and then savoring them.
Baby, infested time in you... The dividen, please?
Cuz in that eye glare, all i saw's an image of me.
Now Twain claimed of not a chuckle in serenitys plane,
Divinity's bane; not playing pain. Polaritys game.
But equilibrium is slain in my memories daze,
And tones bone wicks the flicker of infinity's flame.
That is to say, past days greet my reckonings rave,
Despite the sentiment, they blend to a getaway cave.
Gateway opens up, and I'm forgetting her name.
Another pipe dream, im feining in sublimity's face.