Addiction

With the senses laid in the ground

I can feel the strongest desire

And slow down time

With the fences reclaiming regard

I feel tight and slight the real player

A dose I know

Lazy nights,

unfriendly sites

Children,

Your father sometimes dies

Your father sometimes flies,

Children

Regain a morbid essence

Plucked all wordly aims

The lone good felt is a credance to survive

To snare the addiction slide

Sullen stay,

distressing need hence sore

Loser worm,

the addictions sign

The addictions humble sign

Children, wait here please, let me taste your smile

With the senses laid in the ground