Packed

these walls seem to be closing in.
i'm wanting you.
desiring you so much that it's paining-
somewhere deeper down.
the smoke is playing with my visions.
i feel it entering me.
merging with my breaths.
my breath feels so warm!
or... is it cold outside?

i remember reaching a void just now.
but i didn't even touch myself.
do imaginations, alone, have such power?
i know it shall be the time to stop.
i'm sober... but am i sane?
you're my dope!
does it convey all i wanna say?

with tiny drops falling from the sky,
the thunder seems to fall on my fragility.
i feel trapped in my own labyrinths of immateriality.
life, a big fiasco!

i turn my head upwards
and feel the rain on my tongue.
it tastes sweet, but not sweeter
than the aftertaste of my fags.
yet, even that taste,
is dirt, compared to you!
can't tell you how much i'm wanting
to keep wanting you.
you creep like a gecko
upon the taverna of my desires.

man, you're dope!
and i'm sloshed!
i wanna overdose on you
and let myself be consumed!