She says she's too drunk on beer and high on coke.
I can tell by the way she moves that its the truth.
Irony brought to life slinging darts at the wall,
and I laugh at it as if it were a joke.
They're chasing a ruse through flesh
biting arms and chewing through needs
Snorting powder and seeking something only God can fill.
Beauty and sex are at war with each other
dogfighting for dominance and desire.
Most these women want to be cocaine,
chased and coveted, tasted for purity
They're trying to draw love from memory-
in a mind that's been too cloudy to remember it.
Fulfillment is a concept that is understood like hunger,
or Absence, or Abandonment.
A searching for something that should be there but is beyond the fingertips.
She knocks a glass from the table that shatters the way truth hits lies.
The broken glass is a reflection of themselves. Shards of light forsaking purpose.
Jagged and jaded, swept away by the night.
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