Addict

I am addicted to living.

Not the dullness filling gaps of day,

But the ecstasy, misery, failure,

Triumph, highs and lows, birth and decay.

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In normalcy, I itch for euphoria.

In numbness, I thirst for despair.

I long to either abhor or worship

Every wrinkle, scar, freckle, and hair.

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Bloodshot eyes scan for my next elation.

Twitching fingers reach for my next wound.

Like a hound, I can sniff out a Heaven.

Like a bat, to Hell my ears are tuned.

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Mediocrity’s sly as a serpent.

Though he lies, he’s my true enemy.

When rhapsody’s centuries off,

I will take of agony’s tree.