Thursday, 6 December 2012

Be addicted to me

Mind and memory absent
Giving only an outer shell
Emptiness on offer
And glimpses into hell

Your mind mostly numbed
Senses addled addicted
Next fix the only thing predicted
Cheerless child a boring burden

Your eyes had only one prize
Sought savoured devoured
My childhood sacrificed at the altar of oblivion
Sit watch wait my only options

Every day a sickening cycle
Come to lay low keep quiet
Don't provoke the fixless one 
Fix found life limps on

Fast frantic fearful I know
Close comforting concerned I don't
See me hear me hold me
I am your child be addicted to me

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