Addicted

Never a morning,
a second....
when my blood
does not cry
for you.

My mind races,
chases
your memory.
Same addictive
obsession
day in and day out.

Give my life
for a hit,
cease the craving.

Track marks
on my soul...
I need your
love.
Distain is
my substitute-
Still shoots up well.

You look at me.
Dirty glance needle
goes in.
I relax.