This ceaseless secret mantra,
Pulsing always and forever
Begging and pleading
Disregarded in cobwebbed mind-niches
This perfect drug, lethally intriguing
Jolts me with it's lulling, saccharine highs
Leaves me hollow
Obsessively wanting,
Hoping for another taste
Chilled and emotionally emaciated
Never sated
Until you are back
And my world starts revolving
Clock-ticks and heart-thumps
Soothing waves guide me under
And I never want to come up
For air