Addiction

I like the way it hurts
The way it rips you apart
Makes you question yourself
Your very existence

The way you burn and yearn
Scream and cry
All inside your head
Your heart

The way it demands superiority
Sometimes embracing the hero/victim complex
Possession of "the way"

Shaped by the unshaped
Controlled, defined, by those with no control
The unending cycle of growth
Rebirth in the pleasure and pain of its presence

Under the gun with blind eyes on forever
Exotic in its use and your demise
And we grip it for all we're worth and less
It's addictive, love.....