The writhing and convulsing,
the pleasure and the pain;
The chemicals I pump in me
to keep my body sane.
I’ve found you a replacement
but it’s not a pretty girl–
it’s sucked inside a syringe
and it’s a portal to a world
where the shaking stops,
the anger drops,
my world just melts away,
my thoughts are clear and honest
and my problems seem to fade.
The writhing and convulsing,
the pleasure and the pain;
Poppy seeds are feeding me
like feathers through my veins.
