Cloaked in Lost

Cloaked in Lost

Addiction has such a cheerful call

To taste the elixir makes me want all

The rise of desire for such hot fire

And then all seems happy and makes truth a liar

But alas, in that fraction of time comes self loathing

What was so orgasmic reveals a wolf in sheep’s clothing

And guilt enters the fray in my mind

I recognize once more the emptiness of my bind

In panic a promise that I’m thru’ with this vice

I’ll not ever again relinquish myself to be squeezed by its vise

I’m not one of them, where withdrawal is an eternal terror

I run to reassure myself and look in the mirror

Is that me and, I begin to cry

I think of that sweet boy my mother raised with pride

I’ve betrayed myself and worse, her unconditional love

I’m wretched and wrecked, all my being pleads for grace from above