Evanescent like the scent of decay,
I was fading from the race.
In despair, my darkest days shaped her face—
From handmaiden fair to a twisted wraith.
Nymphetamine,
Amid narcissus on a starlit veil,
She was all my wishes—
Sex, sex, sex.
A lover hung on deathrow, I craved her disease,
Strung tight like Cupid’s bow, arrows seeking flesh.
In narrow streets, her poison flowed free,
Leaving traces deep in me.
Two tracks, bric-a-brac,
A spark passed between us, a fleeting crack.
She haunted my mind’s edges, dressed in black,
Her cataracts burned, no washing back.
She scorched me like a furnace,
Foreshadowing my end.
By the river, midsummer, I waved,
Black swans carried hope to the grave.
Through Red September’s fire-paved skies,
I begged her thorn to pierce the holy lies.
Cold was my soul, untold was my pain,
A rose left in the rain when she turned away.
I swore to the razor,
Her dark nails of faith would not chain me again.
Bared at your tomb, I’m a prayer for your loneliness,
Will you rise to me, set free from lowliness?
Once I found the slot for your sacred key,
Now I’m bound, yet dream you’d come to me.
Six feet deep, the incision in my heart,
A barless prison, tearing me apart.
Tunnel vision dims the light—
Sunsetter,
Nymphetamine.
Sick with this lust, this vampyric need,
Bound to her alone, in full surrender—
None better,
Nymphetamine.
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine,
My nymphetamine girl.
Wracked by your charm, I’m prey in your circle,
Back in the forest where whispers pull.
More sugar trails, more white lady laid,
Than pillars of salt in our old crusade.
Your arms hold their sway, we dance to the moon,
Like needle and spoon in the burning June.
Bared at your tomb, I’m a prayer for your loneliness,
Will you rise to me, freed from lowliness?
Once I held the slot for your sacred key,
Now I’m lost, yet pray you’ll come to me.
Six feet deep, the incision in my heart,
A barless prison, tearing me apart.
Tunnel vision dims the light—
Sunsetter,
Nymphetamine.
Sick with this lust, this vampyric need,
Bound to her alone, in full surrender—
None better,
Nymphetamine.
Two tracks, bric-a-brac,
A spark passed between us, a fleeting crack.
She haunts my mind’s edges, dressed in black,
Her cataracts burn, no washing back.
She scorched me like a furnace,
For my future end.
