oxytocin

I cant quite feel it yet but the sickness is on its way, a junkies craving gnawing around in my mind. Its like being stuck in your own head when the bad fellow comes out. Those who help you are nothing but an enemy, but what is an enemy. When you cant get your fix your brain is the enemy. Everything spinning away, lights cameras and the flashing. Sitting locked in your cage screaming for hours seeing things that aren't real hearing things you cant forget. Every regret you have ever had will come forth like vomit, waves and waves of phycological attack while the world breathes its ugly sigh. And then its all gone and you come down to life's dragging pace. The dream doesn't feel like it ever ended. Once the pain goes away that's when the real battle begins, depression, boredom. Dragging so low you'll want to blow it away. But once your off your off. Sobriety feels like a disease till you live long enough to forget what it was like to feel the euphoria.