Deadly Addiction

I sit here in a drug enhanced rage,
confined by a substance to which I am a slave,
there isn't a rehab in the world that can cure my ailment,
for my narcotic is the cunting stench of your perfume,
the egotistical way of telling me I'm a loser,
the molding of my beaten character,
the breaking of my tired heart,
the dissection of a man,
yes I'm addicted to all your punishing qualities,
I pay for my drug with eternal love and passion,
as the highs become much easier to curb,
so I've decided the last sound you'll hear,
will be the knife sharpening,
and the only stench you'll put off,
will be the ether on the cloth I put over your mouth,
I've just kicked the habit.