love is like acid
-or LSD if you prefer-
you take the pill
and then it begins
the colors
the music
the strange feeling
all over your body
your guts up inside out
but in the end
a happy feeling
some try to confuse it
with cocaine
or even alcohol
no
it's not the same
with cocaine comes paranoia
with alcohol comes a headache
and the list goes on
for the rest
so called
drugs
now you got your pill
you see the colors
the whole fucking lot
and later
all goes away
because there are no more pills
and so goes love
out of the window
like the empty bottle
i just threw
and crashed on the pavement
in the end
all you're left with
is
a lonely corner
to drug your body
a bitter mouth
not a single drop of money
empty
and half empty
bottles
ashes
dead matches
and your consciousness
drunk enough
to take you to a grave
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