Addicted - Poem by Villie Beebs
Your so addicting, you make my life conflicting
Just to try to function without being near you
Without being taken and consumed, after I get a fix I then can resume, Back to this routine and this everyday life, I wear this disguise to hide the strife.
Morphine sweetness, you feel like pill popping goodness, let me thump my arms so I can get ready
To pump you into my heart. I'll hold you fast and steady,
Throbbing throughout in swirling wonder, you cast a druglike spell, that you cast me under.
Let me divide you into lines, to breath you into my phening mind, Breathe quickening, feelings overwelm with such intense emotion,
I feel as if I am being washed away with the weight of the ocean
Why I could just overdose and not even come close,
The more I feel you, the more I am deeper into, the more I become addicted to you
Suffocating, needing, I convulse almost soul bleeding, awaiting, elating lost into every effect,
As it sinks deeper, the more reality I reject.
Wanting, yearning, desiring, burning, all, every, more, it's turning, phasing, grasping and yet hazing, the transformation is almost complete,
I am your biggest user, I have lost to this defeat
Shooting, smoking, inhaling until I am choking
Freebasing, swallowing, tongue dropping, and rolling,
I take you in, in any way and any shape, you are my favorite drug from this high I will never awake, nor from this habit I will never break.
You are the best drug I could ever want nor take
All of this, all of you I love and miss, it is only you that I truly adore
When it comes to you, I just want more, and more and more..........
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