Nectar Of Euphoria Poem by ZEEHU KECHE

Every time I inser a needle to my pathetic self
One more push and no more I hope against hope
With great expectation I see a vein under my groin
As all the veins vanished from my body leaving an ugly patch
I feel the twitch as needle pierce my skin and beyond
I lust at the fluid of pleasure inside the tube and gently I push

Every day i live to get more intwined in the exhilirating curse
My only intention just beg or work enough to buy me one precious dose
Just got faded memory of people I called family
My one and only friend my eternal enemy
Watching the magical transformation of solid to liquid
as I torch and cook my only salvation food and draw every dropp to syringe

Each day carrying along the corpse as my soul is long dead
I can feel the nectar of euphoria spreading thru my abdomen like the seed of sin
needle still dangling between my legs, blood dripping as they dont want to be corrupted nomore
That drowning sensation arriving with an orgasmic spasm
Continuing the journey to blackness of the darkest dark
Slave to the undeniable pleasure as they rot whats remain of me

Devil knows that I have tried but failed before I succumbed
I have felt the agony like my bones were crushed under the flesh
I have shivered thru the cold fire and my body bears the nail marks as I scratched insanely
This everlasting punishment am living as I inflict more self suffering excruciating
Every time it feels I would not wake up as this carcass cant take it anymore
But demon of me still greeds for more as this thirst is unquenched