You injected marijuana into my blood

Inhaling the fragrance of your wrath

Burning in the pyres of hell yet laughing

Holding your hands in mine yet bleeding.

Was it you?

Or was it my hand which groped into the thorns,

Yet I laughed.

The drug of your love,

Making me go crazy yet enamoured.

My skin crawling down the fragile form

Your thirst inked into my skin.

Was it me?

Or was it you all along

The one who dipped my head across

A stream of marijuana.

Pushed me into the depths of death

Yet called me back as if it was all my fault.