Addiction

Inside me burns a flame, exhaled breath slumps against my heart, falls drunk into my chest. Miniature storms rage through my bloodstream command wars with my senses, intoxicate my thoughts as they waltz through my veins. My weathered skin, aged beyond it's years, tinted in places, Marked with the grin of the moon. Yellow, like sand-dunes. My oval eyes, once pools of spring water have suffocated beneath my layer of unrest, collapsed in on themselves, hanging, leaning west. A fraction of myself, I am distorted, un-happy and craving more. Controlled by the hand that weakens me, my white dictator. I feel the rush waltzing with my bloodcells, then collapse in the settling of the storm. Like a beaten wife, I cannot leave, I am controlled by the lust that grips me, my addiction and it's lure.