Look at me, can you hear my mournful wails,

Can you see, my sallow skin and my face pale.

Can you hear my heartbeat and how it is descending,

to reach your comprehension is what I am intending.

But look at me, what is it that you gave,

it’s like you’re the drug and pain-killer that I crave.

I will never hurt you and forgive me if I’ve had,

the days without your effect are only gray and sad.

Laudanum to my addiction I can’t control my thirst, you’re a permanent affliction my heart’s about to burst.

I need your lips please understand, I breathe each kiss and both your hands.

I’m dying here of anxiety now, to live without you I don’t know how.

You’re the smoke from my fire and the lie that I trust, the drug I desire and the opium of lust.

You’re the laudanum I need—– a drug no longer made, and since you’re the cigarette I breathe I can’t have you away.

This addiction is so strong that I cannot walk but only crawl, I cannot stop! Bur is it wrong? I’m just a victim of drug-withdrawal.

You’re the only narcotic that’s left of its kind; addicting, erotic you’re effect is divine.

Rehabilitation? From you? Those are lies, there’s no such thing as cleansing from the drug of your eyes.

It’s painful for my heart to palpitate without the laudanum you give,

I know I am to blame and depreciate but I hope someday you can, forgive.