I got an addiction, baby,
That sicklesweet look in my eyes, darlin',
I need that feeling, of     beaming,
raven red cast shades of delusion dreaming,
You and me in a beach house sleepin',
Ne'er to be, Ne'er to be,
Nay just this self-serving depression, easing,
back into mold back into form, a dark caricature of me,
Better to bleed, nay I love the urge, and drink the fear descending,
down self-same stairs in paradoxical downward upward patterns,
Don't shake me, don't wake me, I'll only smile discreetly,
But In my Eye the Demons will fly, and oh will they thrash and rage,
their hunger for more suffering ever unrelenting...
and still i'll Feel,
nothing.

Comforting like an old friend.
Gone but always there,
And now back,
Again.