midnights of the chemically altered

    
the day echo my want
the Sadist held out on me
with games of keep away
 
I chased it until sunset
it was a cruel taskmaster
demanding my attention
golden delirium held me rapt
 
poppies of pleasure
sway in the fields
while I dream--
of a spoon dripping opium
 
I would not get relief
no, not til late
midnights my salvation
 
enters the darkness and I'm at rest
me and the moon
morphine-love letters...sent  
message received
synapses fire releasing dopamine  
 
a day of want behind me
the sun will rise on another day of torture
the Sadist sleeps with dreams of me
strategically planning my undoing  
 
tonight I say I won't play
but tomorrow I just might