I can feel it in my 
body, I can feel 
it pulsing down 
my 
vertebrae in my 
spine, and 
in the 
blood in 
my veins. 
I can feel it 
slithering 
on 
the top layer of my melanin lacking skin. 
Oh
I can feel the 
craving
More. More. More, at first 
I thought
it was 
just a little bit 
more, a tiny 
craving.
But 
it's more than that, because 
every
******* 
time 
it's just 'a little more', 
every time it's the 
addiction. 
Hidden behind covers to 
hide the sun
when you first 
wake up, the constant 
ignorant 'wanting' telling
you that 
you 
only need a 
little more sleep. 
You only need 
one more puff. 
You only need another 
swig of the 
liquid gunshot 
in the disguise of my lips. 
"It won't hurt" says the little lying ***** who calls himself addiction.