Love that over rated and over estimated emotion
It rips me to pieces it's not what i need
I prefer powders and pills and magical potions
Living my life at a furious speed
yielding only to the moments lust
the greed of my desires
drift like glistening motes of faery dust.
Clouding my mind with your scent
leading me around by invisible wires
Controling my every motion
illusions of love
how delicious they are,
when weaving a web at this notion.