Body aches,
muscles pull.
Feeling empty,
never full.
Mind races,
thoughts fly.
Tears falling,
hearts soaring high.
Caught in a moment,
lost in time.
Addicted to it a feeling,
a temporary high.
You're on top of the world,
then lower than your feet.
Feel like a millionaire,
but lose everything in a heartbeat.
Up and Down,
round and round.
Never being able
to find solid ground.
Aching for freedom,
but a slave to the rush.
Screaming in anguish
at the power of your lust.
It's hard to break free
when the high is so sweet.
But be careful to find it
for you may lose your feet.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
Body aches,
muscles pull.
Feeling empty,
never full.
Mind races,
thoughts fly.
Tears falling,
hearts soaring high.
Caught in a moment,
lost in time.
Addicted to it a feeling,
a temporary high.
You're on top of the world,
then lower than your feet.
Feel like a millionaire,
but lose everything in a heartbeat.
Up and Down,
round and round.
Never being able
to find solid ground.
Aching for freedom,
but a slave to the rush.
Screaming in anguish
at the power of your lust.
It's hard to break free
when the high is so sweet.
But be careful to find it
for you may lose your feet.
Some addictions are too sweet to let go of.
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