Andrew Darlington

Yearning for the New Poison/
Ballad of the Hip Death Goddess

see the hunger in his eyes
see the emptiness in his soul
the slow junk crawl of need
that will never be filled,
it all comes down to this
the hot pulse in the back of the throat
the rectal throb deep inside,
then the withdrawal
that leaves the trembling chill
and the devouring emptiness
that closes in again,
look inside your mirror
see the hunger in your eyes
see the emptiness in your soul

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