I felt the passion triggered inside of me
Like a spark of fire
Signaling to be ablaze, soon

Once ablaze
It consumes me
Overpowering my inmost being
Giving in to the
And thirst.

Like a caffeine to my coffee
And Mary Jane I never tried
So addicting, I can’t resist

Like a pill that aims to cure
But only I have to endure
The coldness of the aftermath
And the emptiness
Inside me


When will this end?
This fleeting, addicting, consuming friend?
A burden so heavy
And it’s too much for me
to carry.


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