Addicted Poem by Bella Magik

Finding ground to fight beneath my fingertips
one hit to greet the canvass, met with my open lips
unhesitant surrender and I only lose
crawl to walk the steps in elevated shoes
relaxing into footsteps closer to my grave
for what spreads across my belly like my own tidal wave
white was crwoning in theses days of evermore
tormented as the tidal craving slams my core
the murky sent sensation through the slivered steel
infatuation with an essence so I cannot feel
savaged by the endless temptation of escape
plundering the virgin skin, my soul bare to rape
free me from this shackled hase, may I repent
the weakness and monotony that I live to resent
draw the crimson mask and then return within
at my best, I only ever play this game to win.

But.. fireworks fantastic and then next moment gone
at my worst, I play this game and I am on my own
at my best I play this game “only one more time”
at my worst I am it's slave, it is never mine
at my best invicible .. and deny the pain
at my worst, miserably, I am myself again
at my best, delusions dress my fortitude
at my worst I harbour bitter solitude
Untwist this vicious vine that has a hold on me
one more hit, I promise, I will cut the twinings free!