You taste of poison,
And I’m addicted.
Trapped by your seduction.
Sick from being infected.
What is the cure?
I’m hating this drug.
Watching your intention drip into my blood.
You stink of entrapment.
Everyone falls right in.
Caught in your web.
This is mass oblivion.
What is the cure?
I’m hating this drug.
Watching your intention drip into my blood.
Feast on the fever.
Indulge you deciever.
Encircle and imprison.
Dose them with your contagion.
What is the cure?
I’m hating this drug.
Watching your intention drip into my blood.
Surrender to no one.
You are a weapon.
Fashioned and forged.
On all you have gorged.
For you are the virus.
A sickness in skin.
Embodiment of savagery.
Enslaving anybody.
Without pause or consideration.
You collect a mass delerium.
What is the cure?
I’m hating this drug.
Watching your intention drip into my blood.
Not misunderstood,
Or worth what you steal!
Regardless of taste, smell or engagement.
You view everyone as mere entertainment.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 