A poem about addiction

I Am

Death blooms on the waves of addiction.

I embrace your rancid petals as they flower forth,

To grow such fruits of death.

You are my bride, oh death.

For there are other worlds than this my friend.

So I take your hand, here at the precipice.

You are my wife, my lover and my mother

My birth and my death.

I just want you more and more,

oh death, oh addiction.

Even here, even now I need you.

Fuck you, I hate you, I love you

I am you.

And I fear that you are me.