athymhormia

Addicted to the rush, 
satisfying lust.

Dying now,
escaping somehow.

Recognized truths,
ignored by youth.

Want, need, 
feel, breathe.

Doomed to distance,
let me in close.

Set aside,
decaying like most.

Desire restraint,
silence I mustn’t taint.

Urge to speak,
becoming weak.

Fatigued by nothing,
give me something.