Absinth

Mind and emotion at odds

I am pushed

I am pulled

The winner is destruction

The sweet kiss of nectar draws

Stop this carousel of warmth

No end or beginning

The endless circle is god

So comfortable in the false realm

Contradiction is reality

I deny my humanity

My desire only what I feel

No caring about the physical

The future exists in the present

Those who resist I resent

Time on the side of the straight-edge