Placeboholic

Your twisted, sadistic sedition
Is my masochistic addiction.
Ignoring the blatant affliction,
I drank your words like wine.
The lost and conflicted decisions,
Sown with the seeds of ambitions
for deliverance from indifference;
Just one more taste before I see the sign.

Those noxious smiles only play,
And mock me as the castaway.
Felt the toxins, swore myself away,
Just to breath it in again.
An empty, hollow vice of ways
no logic or advice could phase.
Went from incapacitation into rehabilitation,
Just to flee from fearful fantasies into my own domain.

I knew that what I want is not that which I need,
But took this razor-pill regardless, knowing I may bleed.
The swallow was wasted endeavor
For the sugar was simply too clever.
He who has no crime to pay for cannot be forgiven.
A promise can't be broken if it is never given.