The Addict

 

(Image courtesy: Unknown Pleasures, Joy Division)

The sky is heavy,

Impalpable, cotton soaked days,

Any moment now, it will pour.

But before the release, comes the tension,

Building, building, like a stranger's glance,

Cutting through the essence of your soul.

Like a dog eared book, read by so many before.

The pain in your toe, from hitting the floor,

So pleasurable as you squeeze it,

Each time you want to feel some more.

Like the sharpness of ice, melting 

In your hands, and gone before you know.

It's in that exact moment, before the whispers

Turn into satisfied screams, before the great reveal,

Of the killer's identity; before it all comes

To the fore, that beautiful tye of love and longing.

And then when it happens, the nostalgia

Of wanting some more, and wishing you never knew,

Just drank till you touched the place,

Before you were high, so that you could

Relive this moment every day once more.