Through my veins is pumping something,
That makes me feel reckless and impatient.
This spike of poison turns me helpless
As I chase another high.
Quench this thirst with liquid that burns
All down my throat, into my belly-
But all I get is water.
This craving has come, from where?
From this restlessness, perhaps?
Or even from this strange situation,
This knowing what's wrong,
And that I messed up...
But what should I have done? Said no?
Refused? Pretended that I didn't
Want that which I clearly yearned for...
I feel so clothed and covered,
Hidden from the living world.