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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Addiction
[time] => 2005-05-07 21:00:54
[hometext] => Addicted to the abuse of a man...
[bodytext] => Stimulation of the heart, Natural high for the soul. A simple way to feel the freedom, But to subtly lose control. You can feel yourself slipping further, Into the blackness of his core. You can feel each blow, As your tears silently hit the floor. His cunning words of promise, Cause an addicting lure. You know you're encased in his web, But you tell yourself you'll find a cure. There's no escaping this prison, Yet you're not held against your will. Though the pain is itching under your skin, You remain by his side still. My body aches for him, As he calls me to his bed. If I don't leave now, I'm better off dead. In the heat of the night, As we engage in passionate hate. But screming out with pleasure, This is my addicting fate. I know it's sinful, And it's wrong, I know. But his eyes captivate my every fiber, As I can never let him go. He sinks his words into my head, As they seep throughout my veins. The venom begins coarsing, Easing away all the inner pain. But the high fades with the smoke, As his allure disappears. Once again I go to him, Just as I have feared. Everyone tells me to stop, But they don't know the relief of my addiction. I didn't think it would get this far, For it wasn't my prediction. The worst part is, I don't wanna end this sin. I'll just keep sinning, As the numbness builds within. I drop my friendships, To be at his ruling side. All the people call me names, As I'm dying inside. I'm suffocating on his lies, As I'm choking on my truth. I long to crawl in his bed, As I hunger for the proof. Proof of my existance, To tell me that I'm real. When I'm in his decietful arms, Is the only time I feel. My heart races faster and faster, As he lives in every beat. Like I live in this addiction, As I'm addicted to the heat. I know there's no love, Yet why do I stay? I know I'm here for amusement, And he's here just to play. But I just don't care, Im addicted and cant let go. My ecstasy is fading into the abyss, As I'm returning to my low. So I call up my abusement, And I call to be harmed. So along with this addiction, Comes the addiction of the scars along my arm. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 33 [informant] => Pats4eva7 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SecretLove )
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