Yet Again

Addiction. For those who have lived it.

The feeling

Haunts me

Time and time again

I feel it as it’s coming

Like a scent upon the wind

 

Like wind across the predator

Wafts out to warn the prey

So likewise all I know and feel

Screams, ‘turn and run away’

 

But something deep inside me

In a way I can’t explain

Finds pleasure in the desecration

Need inside the pain

 

So mind and heart and faculty

Drink of the traitor’s blood

And render my will helpless

Like a reed against the flood

 

Then yet again I falter

For I now become as they

The predator has full control

I want to be the prey

The End

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