affliction

Words are my heroin

You are my addiction

The sound my religion

Just won’t let go

Writing an infliction

Thinking of you

A touch more than a cure

Delusional fools line up and drool

Words are my drug

Used as a instrument

Music without accompaniment

Silence lingering between sound

A voice with soul

Demanding thought

Like a punch in the dark

Pinching later on

Making me think too much

Never looking back

Yet never letting go

Rudely briefly tenderly

You are my addiction

Worshiping a deity

Excessively and unquestioningly

The devotion left in shattered glass

Broken and discarded on the floor

A poison and the cure

Yet never letting go

A better after taste

Longingly discouraging

Glimpsing short memories

The infliction the cure