Addicted

"I'm addicted, obssessed by your existence.
From the tip of the big toe to your Velvet violine voice, Addicted!
Drinking you, tasting you like a flavours poison.
Obsessive, demented, insane, maniac, but wrapped in a porcelain cap, did you ever questioned the purity in the eyes of an angel?
I'm dancing on this swamp of flashing desires, you can't help.
 You can not help me, no one can do.
Not even you. no one!'Cause I'm sick, 'cause I am doomed to dying."

Morgan Derelictum,


Not allen Ginsberg's poem