Opiate (1-2-1994)

inside thse four grey walls

i dream

sweet, warm images

not the truth, but only what i wish was

steadily looking deep

into your eyes, your soul

where your feelings sleep

waiting to be swept up

so i come open

defenses down

as we hold each other - close

closer... melding together..fission..explosion

and then i wake, brutally

the repercussions still echoing

etched into my memory cells

leaving me cold and hungry

shaking like an addict

without a needle to satisfy

to sooth me, to cover me

an opiate for my mind

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