The Drug
Love is a drug. Dealers play with the unsafe, and violent emotions in basement labs. The labs always explode, at some point, taking out city blocks of a persons mind. How long till we have no mind left? The addiction blinds us to the faces of the dealers we know. Every crash leaves needing it more and more. They know we will keep coming back as long as they got the goods. Every time that high wears off, we look for the next dealer with the stronger drug. How long can we go on like this?
Look at me, I’m doped on love... again. How long till the crash, or will the lab blow in my mind? I said I'd quit but fuck it I still have half a city to blow up before I reach for the bottle...
The Dealer
She is the Black Rose. The Devils own kin. She’s the greatest thoroughbred, with the best hits on the streets.
LOVE
Is what she deals in
I know her face and know her games all too well. She made me an addict once before. Swore to myself not to let it happen again, but damn she did it again. Made me an addict, and I’m losing control of it all. Do I have enough left in me? Are the all the blocks gone yet? Is this the hits that leaves reaching for that bottle? Fuck it. I’m lit and the coming crash will blow the whole city anyways, going to enjoy this...
