Sly addiction creeps through my veins.
I clasp my wrist in hopes the feeling remains.
Every scream out of my mouth goes unheard.
Demons perched on my shoulders leave me tortured.
Arteries thicken with the sludge replacing my blood.
These feelings erupt from my throat in a flood.
Protruding from chest, a gaping hole, a vacuity.
Hollow and alone, I take solace in the cavity.
It may be empty and shallow, but I know the meaning.
A wish to forget, my own source of a feeling that’s never fleeting.