The codes in my systems began

to transform, and I could feel

my skin transmutating into

brand new layers

of egoism and hypocrisy;

entertaining peers

wasn't my style anymore,

serving you with my love

wasn't my natural instinct

no more.

These acts out of greed

and lust for plastic fame

had formed a black hole

inside my heart.

You were the only one

that could paint colors

across the devoid canvas

of my cocaine heart.