My tongue bleeds red

My eyes bleed grey

My soul seeks white

My hand feels green

I feel for it

I know it's there

It's smell I'm familiar with

She intoxicates me

She's just right

She comes in different forms

Bearing different names

Worshipped in diverse ways

I see green

She sees me

I breathe her in

She slowly kills me.

But that's fine

It's fine.