Out Of Rehab

I love my addictions
like feral wild children
whom I have adopted...

As I watched them grow
they became a part of me...

Overwhelming my identity...

Smothering self esteem...

So survival instincts decreed
I had to let my loves go...

One by one they moved on
til all that's left behind
are wisps of memory...

One part dream...

Two parts nightmare