hungry for more..
i want more....more, i said.
give me more.
reaching for the forbidden, i burn..
burn.
enjoying the pain, i reach further...
i reach, my eyes lighting up in pleasure....
the greedy hand reaches for what it should not....
but barely reaching, i am pushed far away by an unknown destructive force..
but nothing can disrupt my vision....nothing can satisfy this unsatiable hunger that roars through my body.....
i squint to focus on my prey as it stands unknowingly of my intentions...
i crawl towards it, still enjoying the burning sensation rushing through my veins...
blood boiling, heart thumping aggressively through my chest, i continue..
i experience the power of addiction as it takes over my senses...
i need it.
give it to me.
i reach it, once again....
i smile a satanic smile...my intentions clear.
i touch.
ahh the pleasure.
give me more.
i want more.
i caress the exterior....the glass gliding smoothly across my skin...the sound of the liquid within consoling my ears like the sound of a hymm providing me with tranquility...
the bottle is opened by my impatient hands.....the same hands that sent this bottle to its death....
as it slips, i feel my body churn....i feel my mind running a thousand different directions...
i dash to rescue my child from its destruction....
in vain.
as i watch its contents spread all over the surface, i find myself crouching in despair to taste...
as my tongue comes into contact with the spilt content, i think to myself:
give me more..
i want more.

the power of addiction has transformed me into a slave.
slave for intoxication.
but as i write this, i think:
give me more.
i want more.
give it to me.