Poem on Blue

Blue
The blue stuff
There it is
I hate it
It's my nightmare
It's my salvation
I want it
I can smell it

Give me
Give me the stuff that I hate
I want it
I need it
I hate it

It's my chain
I hate chains
But I want it
It confuses me
Never been so confused

Can't think
I need it
Give it to me
But I don't want it
Get it away
Get it away from me

Love or hate?
Both
And neither

Yes
Go ahead
Stick it in me
I don't want it
The cold rush
I'm tired
So tired

...

Damn
I did it again
Didn't I?