An overly devoted Junkie's Addiction

Comfort... Comfort

It is known.

It is found...

Comfort... Comfort

It can keep us imprisoned.

It can keep us impounded.

It can make us addicted, inflicting self-pain.

It can make us addicted, chasing a high in our brains.

Porn, the comfort of being there

The comfort of having care

The comfort of looking into faces and onto bodies,

Experiencing vulnerability that is shared

Not being rejected

Not being neglected

Bodies are perfected

In industrialized systems

With oils and lubricants do they shimmer and glisten

Clicking, tapping, away from page to page, this is what we see

Clicking on bodies of people with whom we wish to be

To share a moment

To share time together and own it

To be lost in a small world of paradise

Locked away in a room for minutes if not hours, eyes glued, paralyzed

The sheer amount of porn on the internet seems almost limitless

Being alone is practically shunned when we desire to be intimate

Some say You can loose a lack of taste and become indiscriminate

The shock factor keeps You going, even if you originally weren't into this

"Neurons that fire together wire together," a neurochemical stimulus

Projecting what we saw onto the world. Drowning in sorrow, infinite

Content is out there, amassing like drops of water in information each day

Turn to it feeling unloved, wandering endless sexuality like a stray

Why are so many people addicted to it, if it tears world view and families apart?

Maybe it's because there's a hole in our heart

Gambling and throwing money on the table

Winning against all odds, like some fairy tale, fable

If not playing cards risking all that we've got

Some are like monkeys pulling a lever arm, just down by the slots

Even then there's other places like betting on horse races

The hollering as steeds round the corner, the looks on their faces

Or betting of football, the American NFL

Many will enter, one will win, giving us hell

Hell, You could even mention competitions are risky

Trying so hard to achieve something more, it's all got us frisky

"Grand Prize," "Enter and You could Be Number One"

Getting frustrated, coming in last, 1st place we have not won

You could enter entry after entry and still get no luck

Devoting energy, all your calories, You've been drained, to be sucked

Gambling doesn't just take place in Casino houses and boats

Apps for games and market places have chances that goat

People into believing that they have a chance at potentially winning

Even the stock market can get people's heads spinning

From those that cost pennies to even large mutual funds

The high of winning, of earning more, to a gambler it's fun

From your home Euchre table to the Las Vegas strip

People like to win, you see? So they cast in their chips

Other's like to drown in pleasure while drowning their sorrows

They don't care about the hangover they'll be nursing tomorrow

Some become violent if while drinking, their loved ones they throttle

Needing more drinks to drink, like a baby clutching their bottle

Doesn't matter whether it's boxed wine, draft beer, whiskey, or bourbon

Some drink to unleash their emotions, 'cause deep down they're hurtin'

They wish they could quit, but they can't since they need the sensation

The buzz, the hit, the off-kiltered balance; it's all a temptation

I've encountered people that have treated me terrible

Blamed it on the alcohol, their behavior's unbearable

"Shouldn't adults that are older be wiser?" It's what I'm thinking

This problem's been around since fermentation, the dawn of the drinking

The next is something that's targeted ever age from old to young

It's all about what you put in, suck in, inhale to your lungs

When it comes to this they've always targeted the youth

Yet, the problem afflicts all ages. This is the truth

Mother's that continue can affect their babies still in the womb

Her circulatory system's their life support, this much is true

This continued habit makes it hard, like a straw to breathe through

New compounds that are carcinogenic are made overseas

Vaping's a trend that can lead to disease

I had friends say to me, "It's safe, the data's not out."

They made no worry, for their health and safety I have my own doubts

I've had people try to fight me, and no it's not because they were insane

Trying to pressure me to smoke, a hit; Take a puff of their mary jane

I've seen my own family have their own regrets

We have a few loved ones, a pack a day, more than just one cigarette

Even the smallest amount of nicotine can get oneself hooked

Toxic chemicals in our bodies, ourselves we have cooked

It's pains me to type about these types of self-affliction

But, there's comfort in them; that's the core of addiction