Intoxication

It starts to take hold very slowly...gently seeping into your very being...but as it takes hold...the fire burns for it deep inside. An uncontrollable fire...wild and untamed fire...desire

nothing stands in its way when it takes its grip...nothing can stop its destructive control, the way it commands and conquers you

too often taken for granted - simply written off as a passion...a treat...a bit of escapism...a way to numb out the world temporarily

only, it's never quite as benevolent as it's made out to be, and it's never quite as harmless as people would like you to think...

Xanadu-like feelings course through your body, to begin with, while the facade still takes you in

initial serenity clears and makes way for something else, something darker and more desperate

cravings pull you under and give you an itch that can't be scratched but must be scratched...must be scratched

as you accept its control, you give yourself over to it, the power of that uncontrollable fire, that wild and untamed fire, that desire

the crash continues, and you feel withdrawn and restless, unable to function until you get another hit, another scratch for the itch

it has you in its grasp, the grasp you only notice once it is too late, a vice-like grasp with fresh tendrils wrapping around you

only escape is to break off completely, but the panic and desperation are bound to send you to hell and back; the tendrils won't release you easily

need to escape this escapism that has you under its control, you need intervention from the blinding intoxication ...

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