Coveted, I am not, for I am already possessed.
you think you caress my skin – not even close.
remote is your understanding; your physical
senses under-mine Experience. How far are you

Willing to travel, how deep are you willing to dive,
how high are you willing to rise? Drugs cannot
take you to the places I have been; addiction –
the Mask of Sin, indulgence, indeed, the seed;

Nurture it with obsession, compulsion, and greed.
listen to the tyrannical laugh of your corrupt soul,
the tone entrained by recurring vice. That feeling
within is far from pleasure, that outward expression

Divulges pain; rationalization, yes, it keeps one sane.
keep it up, do not stop, deceit will carry you to the
obscene, taboo territory, the Realm of Nightmarish
Dreams. Fear loves disgusted reaction – Love hates

This endless distraction, carry on puppet – carry on.

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