The Addict

Neurons connect, intertwine.
Light up the senses, brighten the eyes.
Chasing that which cannot be caught.
Sweet little pill, a nectar from Gods?
Surreal interaction, it’s never enough.

We make love in my dreams, to the sound of the waves.
Morning light comes and it’s you that I crave.
Just out of reach, time after time.
This dragon is tiresome yet needs to be fed.
Just another hit, One more time….the end?

Pinocchio syndrome, bedded in lies.
This almost reality, turns in my head.
Bleeding heart is hungry to feel.
It gives me nothing and yet it’s a fact.
Just enough rope to hang my old self.




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