Addiction is a hole left open,
A bullet-wound unshut,
It's something left unspoken,
A band-aid covering up a cut,
And we, unmarching soldiers,
Fight, fight, fight
Filling holes with clouds of lust,
And why, there's no such
answer...
Except, because we must,
Because we must.
Categories:
unshut, introspection
Form: ABC