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Addictions
Its gotten hold of me once again, A siren call in my mind, Its blood in my veins, Its heart pounding in my brain! No choice but to answer its call!! I’m caught in its blackhole web! My hunger has to be fed! Its been . . . far . . . too long! I’m a shipwrecked voyager, Lost at sea. I’m a butterfly moth, Lost in the wind! I’m a lone teardrop, Forgotten in the rain! The dragon has left me screaming! A voice shrieking with the choir! The dragon has stolen my voice! My silent screams . . . Sundered my soul . . .shattered my body My body Its gotten hold of me once again, A siren call in my mind, Its blood in my veins, Its heart pounding in my brain! No choice but to answer its call!! I’m caught in its blackhole web! My hunger has to be fed! Its been . . . far . . . too long! So it is under a blood red sky, With my heart weighing heavily, And my mind numb with desire, With my quivering hands and blurred visions . . . I turn on the television.
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