Scratching The Itch
There is no “just” saying no… Only those who KNOW actually know, about addiction’s matrix. Whether it be work (talking about myself here), a substance or an action, the “itch” is just not that simple…
Desires, can be the slipperiest of slopes
The line that exist between satisfaction and gluttony-
Is quite blurred
"Just one more..."
But I know what I'm looking for
The Siren's song, I can't say I haven't heard
Stirring snake oil I thought was honey
Turning top-side down, the highest of my hopes
Still, I find myself-
"Scratching the itch"
Attracted to all I can and can't have
Chasing desire like this is like chasing death himself
I know how dangerous it is to dance with the devil-
Feeding the very sin that will soon devour me
Her red dress taunts me, flaunting what's underneath
She dances around the deepest, and darkest of rabbit holes
She draws with her soles my demise
Toeing that line
Pain and pleasure travel the same nerves
What damaged roots serve-
Is a bittersweet fruit that hangs from this vine
The unruled flesh and lust of the eyes
Am I dying to live or living to die? The dice rolls
What my habits have bought me is a fate underneath
All that I can and can't have
"Scratching the itch"
I will never live free until I can die to myself
I may drown in the wine of all wishes-
And not in the slightest quench my thirst
Due to return, again and again
There's always-
"Just one more"
About the Creator
Josh Morgan
I began writing as a means of expressing creativity, relieving stress, and venting emotions. I mention my daily battle with mental health a lot, I hope it is relatable and inspiring to readers, as writing is something I'm passionate about.
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