Only Human : Sonnet #8
Only Human : Sonnet #8
His eyes intoxicate my heart strung corpse
Inebriate each bone; feed my ticker
Oh, tickled fancy ne’er run dry, explode!
Asphyxiate me ‘fore I’ve gone sober!
Thy spellbound mitt garrote stymie gullet
Our hearts will beat as one beating unit
Thou art my pacemaker, shield thy bullet
It’s hard to believe you’re only human
Open the gates of dopamine rivers
And let thyself be free, as you’ve freed me
Granted wings far above worldly shiver
Methamphetamines a bounty for thee
As the venom radiates off thy head
Drunken eyes grow weighty, drifting to bed
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