Living without
Sustenance to fill my inner self
Empty eye droppers
Filling lonely shelves
Cascading thru isles of bliss
And gold
I know
When I knew you before
I’ve felt this burst of energy
Rush right through smoke in my lungs
Matching with caffeine to burn and stain my tung
Destroying myself while I’m still young
The vapor of craving
Empty pods hallowed out on my floor
Addictive nature. What a struggle. A snake that wraps and sinks it’s fangs to your soul. Sucking your essence until you have no more. When righteousness is knocking do you chose to not answer your door? Will you pry this leech away? When pain sets in due to the lack of oder, will you want it then?
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