The best drugs are the ones that I find
packed in ice under the cold steel
the seel of your heart that loves me.
I want you to tell the truth,
but tell it slant,
tell it the way I'm used to hearing it.
Free verse in iambic pentameter, standard.
The best truth wasn't the one that
set me free;
rather, it was the one that kept me locked away
in your prison of our love.
The cold steel bars are my familiar friend
and my scarce enemy.
Here's to the drugs.
The one's that kept me too high,
the truth that kept me too close.
Now I separate ourselves
and laugh as you bleed.
I'm almost too true,
almost.