Addicted to the rush
pulsing just behind
my eyes

Living for the (bitter-)sweet
taste I love (to hate)

I know what it does to me,
I know how to make it go away
cold turkey
addictions running down the drain

Inner Masochist living for the
six hour throbbing, blinding,
sleeplessness ahead

Go on, Have that last cup,
it won't kill you...