Addicted

That feeling,

Of being stuck,

But wanting so much more beacause you feel you're out of luck.

That smell,

Of pure rawness,

But you like it cause it makes you feel flawless.

WHY!

Why am I addicted to something,

I know I should've quited a LONG time ago.

I had a chance to go through that open door,

God made it so clear.

I don't know why I didn't let it go.

But now I know,

I'm addicted.

I have to quit it.

And devil you have to go.