Addict
Sometimes beneath my skin
It feels like something comes alive;
It crawls so much I cannot sleep,
But without this unrest I would die.
What it is I cannot say
But this crawling tries to take me away,
And if I refuse to go with it,
It will not leave me until I obey.
My mind is too weak to prevent its arrival-
My body too drained to be strong-
But I find a strange comfort in knowing when I'm an outcast,t
That to this hell, I belong.
There is no sin or hatred too great
To stop it from wanting me.
And all the same if I were a saint,
It still would not set me free.
This torturing, unrelenting obsession
That possesses every inch of my soul,
Is scary and sick, but never lets me forget,
It's the only friend that I'll ever know.
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