Where We Are

The taste sweet
for the briefest moment
bitterness returns
solemn agony within

worse now
having had the pleasure.

A slave now
desperately
seeking again,
that fleeting treasure.

"Ah, pure heaven,
my master now,
I submit my life,
just tell me how?"

I shall forever be
a slave for your bidding
my master,
my cravings...

"yet who am I kidding?"

I run from withdrawal,
the pain too great,
displeasure increasing
at such a phenomenal rate.

The more "sugar" I have,
the more I need,
Pleasure, wanton,
absolute greed.

I will build my life
around you, "sweet".
A palace is yours,
lay my life
at your feet.

Keep my pleasure
ever more
for the more
I have
the greater I abhor,
the pain of not
having had
the sweetness
I desire and
so easily forgot.

I shall run in circles,
forever more.
A slave to your pleasures
down deep,
existential,
to my very core.