Intoxication,
By definition,
Is sedation,
It's submission
To the eyes of blurry vision,
So they say.
But alcohol,
Sweet nectar,
The adapter
The connector.
She's the writer,
The Director
Of this play.
She burns through insecurities
She blemishes impurities
She's a potion of security,
She's your coat.
She's the builder of destruction,
She follows no instruction
And she dances with seduction
Down your throat.
Two strangers, once unknown,
They praise her on her throne.
Let confidence be shown.
She misbehaves.
She's entangled on their tongue,
She's a noose and they are hung.
She's the smoke and their her lungs,
They're now her slave.
Two strangers, unsuspecting her
Consuming her, injecting her,
She's addictive, she's infecting
Naive minds.
They're eyes will not be separated,
Their beating hearts accelerated,
Innocence contaminated
The clock unwinds.
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