My Drug
My Drug (12/11/2005)
It’s been twenty days or perhaps a few more
I lost count the moment that my head hit the floor
I feel so absorbed by the call of the affliction
How can one ignore and not fall to this addiction?
There’s more than the nutrition, it helps settle my nerves
And battle off the hunger while quenching my thirst
I knew after the first that I would keep coming back
Cause the surge of the burst was everything I lacked
Yeah, this shit has a knack of making me feel better
Takes the weight off my back and makes me forget her
And whenever I get fed up, I take another dose
To swirl in the colors of everything that’s close
Inhaling all the hope til the sweat hits my forehead
“No, don’t let it stop, I’m still ready for more yet”
I’m a junkie, an addict, and I can’t break these reigns
But it’s not like I want to, it erases my pain
Though, it makes me insane when it enters my mind
And I’m lower than low, still waiting for mine
It eats me inside, I’ll give you all that I got
For the tingle and feeling of that syllable shot
Cause then at the shock of all those around me
I’ll inject every drop and scream so resounding
Flowing and swirling and finding the rhythm
Using the rage to escape what’s within him
At the place for the victim and every damn addict
And all of the people who hate and have had it
Inside of the madness of wanting and craving
Lies a poet with words that are patiently waiting
The verbs that we’re craving, the flow we desire
The last little drop to invoke all the fire
Til the buzz has expired, this will be my own drug
The high of the words that I’ve come to love
Notes: Speaks for itself.
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