"Absinthe and Cocaine"
Her lips ooze with poison when she vomits,
Stark as the dim green glow upon her nose,
Debauchery, indulgence she will omit.
Great pools of blood will drip from the green rose.
Height, not in kilometers strafe her grace,
Groping, fighting, billowing her with smoke,
Reducing presence, the fate of her face.
Striving the wilding huntress, she chokes.
No turning back, coldness is seeping in,
Her face begins to pale, thinning to bone,
None of her culture, no one of her kin,
She is now alone, she is now far gone.
Now the world has turned from a shell of bliss,
To punish those who tempt that sinful kiss.
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