Addiction ( a love story)

Uneasy teeth reach filthy fingers
while the devil licks his lips, followed by laughs that linger
Cringing chills climbing every step of the spine
If only suicidal thought appeared allergic to mind
Without you I am nothing but an addict on the street
One who hides from the shadows and begs at others feet
One who has never felt compassion and who longs to be hugged
would it be safe for me to say that your love is my drug?