I feel it hook and snag into me,
Seducing or beating me into submission.
A delicious poison.
A thorny rose.
I feel the tide of it rise up,
Slowly growing and gathering strength.
A burning cloud.
A choking noose.
I feel it carry me into the depths,
Sweeping my resistance away.
A whipping gale.
A crashing wave.
I feel my eyes open once it's done,
Knowing that it'll happen again soon.
A chosen dependency.
A hurtful addiction.