Viscious Cycle

That girl, a hero~in my arms, but I shot her....
when my body is mostly made of water...

a point piercing inward turns my blood to wine...
so that in less than five I should be feeling fine...

But when reality comes, it makes me want more...
so I can get to the answers that I'm looking for...

only temporary relief, although I wish it would last...
This revolving door spinning creates a dream past...

My souls screams go unheard and fall on deaf ears....
I find my chemical serenity.. in this mind full of fear...

The present moment I live, only searching and needing
As I strengthen this succubus, this demon I'm feeding...

I'm never appeased, unless I'm inches from death...
This feeling so good that I wish away, takes my breath...