Addiction

I didn’t even know what word “addiction” truely meant in 2002. I was a very, very big fan of Nu Metal and popular pop that plauged television, that once upon a time played music videos that I watched on a daily basis. I also was alone on a daily basis. So dig up your personalized sharpie CDs of music you downloaded off of Limewire and cry yourself to sleep.

Crawling, twitching
Wasting and Itching
I cut my time off into intervals,
Laps
Memory laps of delusions
Cold, wet, and confused
About everything but..

My…

Licking and picking
The places you once were
Where we both made love
Soul to soul
Mind to mind
I close my eyes and hope pieces
Fragments of you were left-back
Left behind to satisfy my hunger
My fix
My weakness that is…

My Addiction…

Cramping and shaking
I see you in all corners of my mind
But you’re never there
The video record records you left behind
I love to watch so much
Vast, familiar smells and sounds
Resurface as I see you, us
Frozen in time
My fingers are like lightning bolts
Compared to my vibrating babies
I love to hold
To use so much
Coming closer and closer together
Falling from heaven
A place I am always in when I’m watching…

My Addiction Is…

Trembling and screaming
“Where are you?”
“Why can’t I find you?”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
All I need is to feel whole again
I need to be loved again
I forget to forget
Your blood in mine
Your seed in mine
Your hand in mine
Don’t forget I have you in mind

My Addiction Is You.

© 2002 DiRtY