Addiction Poem by Josh Bashline

When I wake up from my profound sleep,
I hear strange voices calling to me.
The distant ringing and screams together entwined.
My vision and thought both last in space in time.

Confusion strikes, sucking the blood from my brain.
Yellow fumes sizzle my inner senses,
and leave me motionless, almost dead.

Scarlet clouds and violet vines surround me now,
tangle around my limbs, constricting to the bone.
A slow burn from a non-existent sun scortches my eyelids,
traveling straight through the skin,
melting my scull,
singeing my nerves.

When I wake up from my profound sleep,
I do it all again.