Heroin

These sleepless nights I stir and spin amidst the shadowed caverns of my mind.
Just inside lies a thick stern line between grey and light.
I stretch my arms far and wide, grasping for my fight.
My paralytic legs bind me here day and night.
I scream, I scratch, pick, and pour.
This sinful warmth taunts, and sings, ringing out my very core.
A nasty treat, my tasty heroin, I thirst and thirst for more