addiction
little bottle
full of my
sweet
swing
juice.
sing me
flavorful
songs to
help me
sleep. at the
end of my tunnel of
sorrows I hear you whisper
“drink me, everything will feel
better if you just take my sinful
hand.” I know it's all lies but you
make such a compelling argument
that my reasoning is blurred and I
agree. you take me dancing dipping
through my lies and spinning through
my worries as if im suppose to some
how be impressed by the dexterity of
your animosity. With you I fly higher
than the tree tops, but you turn on me
But inevitably you drop me and i will.
crash to the unforgiving solid ground.
you say “ your troubles will be over.“
but that when my troubles begin. You
twist my words and thoughts so they
Become like tangled snakes. You are
My poison paradise giving me allusions
i need to make it through the restless
nights. But the morning will come
along with my crippling consequences
and i’ll go through to my knees. But i still
come home to my only friend “addiction”