Narcosis

I can't stay away.
Every thought compels me,
forces me,
drives me to give in.
I can no longer understand the appeal.
It only passes the time until I need it again.
An empty feeling of disgust takes root in my stomach.
I feel the urge creeping from within.
It consumes my veins,
constricting my breath as my body bleeds for satisfaction.
Every atom is bursting with desire.
I'm still.
My teeth are vicious,
grinding and melting into one another until they're numb.
Every part of my body has detached itself from my mind.
I'm paralyzed.
My thoughts have one motive,
to use.
I'm tormented,
I'm haunted by my weakness.
As I entertain the idea of my next fix,
my fingers begin to shake, followed by my hands.
Soon, my entire body is trembling in agony.
I need something,
ANYTHING
to make it through.
But, nothing will do.
Nothing leads to something,
and something more drives me mad
until my breaking point.
Snap.