My Heroin

I see the night buried deep in his eyes
While the stars are all but disappearing
His icy stare, that harsh winter wind,
Like a cold swirl of snow so endearing.

As his fingers lightly sweep my skin,
My heart hammers my chest to a killer speed.
Is it so wrong to confess to this addiction?
Or should I silence words that want to bleed?

The pull of this fixation, so strong and firm,
Fills my lungs with the rapture of sinning
He smells of rain falling from heaven's gates,
Like flowers blooming in spring's beginning.

His lips, soft as cotton, but deadly as venom
His flat-lined pulse embracing my racing heart,
His lips meet mine in a tragic, but tender farewell.
With words unspoken, the night will tear us apart.

My mind understands in some distant sense,
Though my heart hears not words of goodbye.
For his love is my heroin, my endless obsession,
The infinite black that paints the night sky.

I'm nothing without him, just a thoughtless mind.
It's like a well-written poem without a single line.
He's everything that makes me, the blood in my veins.
He's the reason for my existence, the key for the chains.

It's like having an ocean in the palm of my hand,
But the ocean is empty, not a grain of salt or sand.
And as sure as the sun will set on the skyline at twilight,
I'll be broken without him, a distortion to highlight.

Once he leaves, the truth will be clear to see.
I'm nothing without the remedy that fixes me.
That this bond with my heroin is painfully tight,
And these cold tears, for my heroin, will kill me tonight.