Drug

It’s that feeling I get everytime
you take me away from the pain inside
the disorientation of mind
that fills my head when
I indulge in your expensive pleasures
It’s not sex, for that can be bought
alcohol, drugs, those are not the answer
but you, in your unobtainable ways
so tempting and taunting almost laughing
has brought me to a state of selfish greed
the greed that builds in my body
the need for essential fulfillment
of this hunger that breeds within
how you devour my fading willpower
with your control growing stronger
I feel so empty without you in me
but when you’re here a sensation
eternity comes free falling numbness
that drives me to a dizzying climax
in which you are the god of my petty world
I hear angels singing when
you mesh with my river of blood
the waters sometimes rage so hard I almost
drown in your encumbering depth
but then I wake and you are gone
again I am alone wanting you
never getting enough and if
I had to live without your warmth
and your security
a depression would overcome me
a bleak existence with no hope
I can’t escape from you
your viselike clutches that hold me
mesmerized by your costly beauty
you are my drug