Look* at myself, running in circles.



I make myself sick so i can feel better.



the Coffee i pour down my throat
is.
the Caffeine that runs in my veins.



the Skittle i gnash between my teeth
is.
the Sugar that makes up my brain.



The Pretzel i crunch down upon
is.
the Salt that weighs me down.



The Sleep i force myself  from
is.
the Conscious i like to lack.



the Craving i manage to endure
is.
the Incarceration of my mind.  



Look at myself, running in circles.