I can’t
Can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t
Stop this insanity
Can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t
Stop this insanity
Trapped, living inside, deep in me
Driving me
Stealing from me
Reading me
Teasing me
Lying to me
And then pleasing me
Addicted, addiction, addition subtracted from me
I’m less and less of all I’ll ever be
And it pleases this part of me
Broken part of me
Broken part of me
Broken part of me
I please religiously
Serve indefinitely
Give and give more than I have
And it takes more from me and others too
A hungry, sinister, monstrous brew
That still fucking pleases me
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
It pleases this broken part of me
While stealing from and killing me
It pleases this broken part of me
And I serve it incessantly
Religiously
Forever weak on my knees
Not praying, but cursing and swearing—a slave
Serving this addiction miserably
Lying about how much it pleases me
This broken part inside says over and over
It pleases me
As I gray away and slowly, more quickly, decay
And the voice of the broken part inside gets louder
Demanding we are almost free
And this will be exactly what ultimately piques and pleases me
This trajectory
This destiny
I serve it dutifully
While it’s killing me
Addiction
Behavioral addiction
It’s killing me
Slowly, more quickly, killing me
A payment plan for misery
A payment plan I choose freely
That’s killing me
As it says it’s pleasing me
Morbid, stinking, decaying flesh
Death from within
This addiction consumes me
As it’s killing me from the inside out
And says
It’s pleasing me
It’s pleasing me
It’s pleasing me
It’s pleasing me
It’s pleasing me
It’s pleasing me
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