Addictiveness is measure by the weight of the loneliness within you.
Every night becomes a must.
Night cultivates you like the farmer to his crops,
feeding you poison & expecting you to bare his fruits...
in denial You will become the lost sheep and inherit the night.
Darkness will be your getaway and eventually your gate way.
Disco flash lights will become your glory,
micro excuses and worthless replacements for glory.
When the line to the day light is blocked, you will buy your own.....
Even though this replacements share the same color, they will eventually be done....
Lines by lines you start consuming,
A new Sheppard you adopt,eating his mighty white grass,
A grass that matches your cotton,
You'll get lost in between all the sheep and the white grass,
Soon the gate eventually starts to close,
and the path gets shorter.
Then you look back on looking back
even if you were warned on your path to nowhere,
You couldn’t understand it, since the language has escaped you.
You will realize you have been in the dark for too long,
but you’re far on the other side, cant make it back on time,
and human arms don’t stretch.
So you just open the doors to the nearest exit and realize it’s the all night familiar bath room.
you fume some of the leftover glory,
Wash your face with cold water, and tip the candy maker.
Pop another pill of confidence and hope this night never ends.

---Iggy.