Drug of choice

Every time I reach into my pocket
I seize the treasure that I dream of every waking moment
I’m addicted, I’m infatuated, and I’m a slave of its presence
When I do not use it I think of it
It’s so powerful and I cannot stop it
I get my fix and I only want more
It’s my burden and it’s hidden in my soul
My friends tell me I use it too much
My parents have no idea that it’s all I’ve got
I’ve given up on love; I’ve given up on hope
My only happiness comes from the high it brings
Every night I shoot up with its insatiable feeling
I tremble every time I know it’s in me
It vibrates through my soul for as long as I need it
I close my eyes and welcome its presence
For I know this will be a day of happiness
I need it, I want it, and without it I’m nothing
I feel it running through my veins with its warm brilliance
Some times it’s easy, and sometimes it’s hard
It all depends on how much I use and what kind
I do not snort it
I do not smoke it
I do not inject it
And I do not drink it
What drug can possess me with such immense euphoria?
Music….. My drug of choice