My Addiction...

Am I addicted to that inescapable scent
That later in life I'll always resent?
The scent that drives addictions insane,
Yet exhausts that sense and end up in disdain.
The misery that aspires from its initial craving,
Which unsaved will cause my early leaving.
The craving satisfied by a simple snuff,
This deadly addiction I have no part of.

Yet I am disposed about the matter I crave,
Which has truly inflicted the way I behave.
This defiant craving which improves my thinking,
Sharpens my thoughts and takes away my aching.
This rapture desire that has become my ecstasy,
Yet only theoretical and more rather fantasy.
Addictions that cannot define what is actuality,
Yet this craving is my desire to sense reality.

This craving that takes me away from trouble,
Grounds my conscious mind so I can be subtle.
A craving that gives me a feeling of birth,
This addiction that brings me back down to Earth,
Yet takes me higher than the heavens above,
Beyond the stars of desire to fulfill my love.
This love, my desire, my uncontrollable crave
To this addiction, which I have become its slave.