Detox

Stare into my blood shot eyes As I lie on the floor in rage, Nothing reduces my symptoms, Not one thought takes the edge off, Thinking myself into sickness from lack of having my newest addiction, My stomach turns and tightens inside, Soon my coughs will become vomit, Take it away or return it at once before dizziness takes control, My head pounds with my pulse My body shivers from cold sweats I want it back, I need it back… As my hands begin to tremor My vision becomes dreary, I have flashbacks, I am losing it… Please, just one more time, Let me feel its rush, its magic I need to taste it once more, It calls to me, it makes me invincible when the rest seems to be too weak, Finally, I feel its power enter me Finally my withdrawals are less vicious My symptoms disappear as I feel whole Once more, I can function awhile longer, Once more, my addiction is in my hands In my head, in my veins, soothing me, Yet, it still tastes sweeter, It still gives me a head rush, From shaking on the floor, I now rise, I am finally complete again, For she has said, “I love you”