the drug

its whats inside
a liquid mixed with blood
a concentrated reaction
action

I pick up a shovel every time
digging a hole wherever I might stand
on the street corner
on a hill below the sky

the dirt is thrown aside
an empty hole for me to lie in
a grave from the chemical release
and I am taken

pushed to knock you down
all the seccret plans are playing in my head
its a hot injection, I feel it hit my heart
pumping the hot fluid to my limbs
kicking and pushing until I make contact.
with you or me
thin hands fly down on soft skin
and Im afraid of what Ill do one day.

this is not me.
i have been stolen
take this body and give me mine
in exchange
because what I do with my heart and
that shovel under the reckless
influence of now
is not what I want

not what I want of this life
and for this love