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I’m High | Poem

I’m high on everything,

Consider me a universe now,

I’m beginning to explode,

Spreading death to limitless,

Deathra, just come and make love.

See me as a silent storm,

Feel me as a stuck monster,

Freedom me as a caged love,

Confine me as an error,

I’m high on everything.

Deathra, you stayed away long,

Come tonight, fill me with pain,

Burst out my own soul’s call,

Just come and make love.

These urges to bleed,

These cravings to know,

These all at once,

I’m high on everything.

Deathra! Come and make love.

Not on worldly intoxicants,

I’m high on everything.

©sjwordsmith

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