I don't fight it anymore. I hardly even welcome it. I see the coals and I begin to coax them, starting a flame. I smother myself in it and let myself soak in it's fumes. I'm some what of an addict. I am feen craving something as real and bad as heroin. I see this addiction killing me and everyone around but I will spend every dime on my one true love and will die in it's arms as I thank it for letting me feel and not feel. I am intoxicated by it's beauty, it's truth, it's deepness. Without it my throat is raw and it feels foreign to breath. Countless people have tried to take my drug away but I'll never give it up, clinging to it as if it were my lifeline. I can never let go, I'm in love with this sadness. I close my eyes and shoot up once more.
