Draft 1 of "Recreational Poison":

Lacking the body,

Stable blood runs dry,

Fellowship of kin in arms,

Of holy faithfulness halted,

Dark silence grows in stature,

Spreading from some to home,

A cold front of callous dispassion,

Hearts desperate for warmth break.

Open the damning tide,

Dam the compassion,

Bobbing like corks on the drink,

Floating listlessly on chem clouds,

Without a care in the world.