The L Word

The L Word


A drug as old as time itself. 
I’m so high on it. My eyes, looking for their next fix. I’ve come rely on it. Fiending so bad, I’ll probably die on it. Push wisdom away, I’m willing to stake my life on it. A cross too heavy to bear I couldn’t even put Christ on it. 


You see, this addiction I was born with it. Like a crack baby from the 80’s, I learned to conceive with it, even breed with it. Consuming every thought and dream, there’s no hope with it. A lie so good, I told myself I can see God with it. 


I’ve tried to quit but it’s part of my nature. I’m so good at hiding it. 
I can take this hit out in the open. 
Needle in my arm, pipe to my lips, I’ve lost all hope in, 
being free from this drug that brings such a huge breach of trust. 


Wait a minute, hold on...
You thought I was talking about love?


Naw, I was talking about lust.