My hearts in the gallows with you as the lyncher,

Your fill up my mind like a venomous anchor,

 Surrounding my heart with nauseating information.

Pictures and updates harass my good days,

New friends just haunt me with tension.

You’ve captured my ambition and tormented my ideas of future

I don’t know why this is happening, we’re the perfect picture.

Still sweet to the taste with an infatuating blaze,

I’m imprisoned in this haze of a cage.

An erotic narcotic,

Creating a sublime static,

Demolisher of ethic

 And Assassin of logic.

 You are my drug.