The Addiction
Burning skin soothes my soul.
Anything to get out of my mind.
As the motion intensifies,
I feel the vice grip tighten.
It is here I have the power.
The hate and heat runs through my veins,
I need to extinguish the air from my lungs.
I need to reach this ultimate high.
My hands are clammy and I can’t stop shaking,
I’m pleading to be sent over the edge of this reckoning.
My heart beat slows and my breathing mellows,
Reality sets in and I feel the shame.
I’ve fed this addiction again.
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