compliments of gravity
heavy perfumed aristocratic wit:
words to express my particular taste
pomegranates and carbon,
honey and ashtray duality-
i'm captured, cursed and set free,
tumbling through your æther,
a space undefined.
and more and more and more
towards death, content
submitting to your spell.
not many things can replace you,
can you name my self-inflicted disease?
(hint: it's not love)