Intoxication’s Throne

Although I sit here on my own,
My lips are wet with crystal wine
Upon intoxication’s throne.
With emptiness I am alone
As blotter and my mind combine,
Although I sit here on my own.
Mistakes were made, I can’t atone,
So in perfume of smoke recline
Upon intoxication’s throne,
Where solemn peace is overgrown,
And potent chemicals enshrine.
Although I sit here on my own,
My clouded mind with woes unknown;
Your blankets warm, and I supine
Upon intoxication’s throne.
The drugs I love, the seeds are sown
Within your trance I will consign,
Although I sit here on my own
Upon intoxication’s throne.