Sentient Sacrificed

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You, the junk
The addiction
The smack to my very well-being
The contraband to my no-pain-and-suffering-of-sentients policy

I, the chosen one
Queened for just such a time as this
Dignified, decree you
Sacrificed, nonetheless

Original thought credit: “Perhaps you have come to royal dignity for just such a time as this.” -Esther 4:14

Clean

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See me
A junkie
Watery-eyed and shiftless

The voice in my head ruthless
Hope supply torn from my veins
Disoriented and in slow-motion

I know not what to do
But hunger and shake
And wait to be clean of you

Worse Than Evil

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You pretty poppy
In absence of evidence
Sentient and culpable

Gouged mine eyes
Conquered my brain
Euphoric rush

My soul, my skin
Rotted from without
Look at me

Look at me now!
From the depths of my downfall, I say
You pretty poppy