addiction

enter a dimensional orgasmic journey

woven with time and space,

bestowing you,

like crown to king,

to sacrificial momentary pleasure 

at the low low price of

happiness.

ride these highs often enough to forget

that they are

plunging depths of pyrite charisma

like Ted Bundy,

like Jesus,

like the mirror when it tells you who you are.

time folds in on you like a Mobius strip

and you almost don’t notice

that you are handing over your infinite past to

the hell-bent clutches

of a lie.

you are the pride and joy of a sociopath,

your willpower the arm candy of your own misery.

there are holes in your psyche

leaking fear into your bloodstream and

you can’t live without them.