Sonntag, 7. November 2010



His face as pale as the opium poppies white petals
His heart as cold as the purple base
Oh to sleep the sorrow away
To leave the broken heart pain for another day
Just a taste of this pretty poppy
To forget for a moment her luscious lips
His body becomes drowsy as the opium takes hold
Sweet dreams

-Author unknown-

Opium, desire or will?
Inspiration bound from an elegant seed
Subversion, through smoke I foresee
Erotic motions of lesser gods in ecstasy
Opium, bring me forth another dream
Spawn worlds of flesh and red,
little jewels of atrocity
Opium, I sleep in debauchery
And burn with you
when you burn in me
Opium, we fantasize
as we fuse with your root


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