Addicted
My yearning is not normal: Dangerous.
It is not of food, nor wine or substance.
A slip of the blade: reckless, near fatal.
The thrill of pain: imbedded memory.
The need foREVer lingers on my mind:
The drive to slash any vein in my flesh.
The thirst to see my blood fall like red rain.
The addiction is my life, savior, death.
It is not of food, nor wine or substance.
A slip of the blade: reckless, near fatal.
The thrill of pain: imbedded memory.
The need foREVer lingers on my mind:
The drive to slash any vein in my flesh.
The thirst to see my blood fall like red rain.
The addiction is my life, savior, death.