Cocaine

The unanswerable question.

The white dust that numbs my pain

The angel breath I seem to take

An addiction that I love

Its something I hate

My only love will always be my cocaine.



But Addiction is a leech

But cocaine is a cure

Solution worse

Than the thing I endure

I want no pain

But it's what is what I crave

Is a solution better or worse

Than my cocaine?



Cocaine is my hate

Cocaine is my love

It numbs my pain

It makes me happy

It keeps me insane

...How can I hate what I love
When love is my cocaine?