Like an addict I always went back for more.. no matter how watered down and chopped up it was.. seeking cheap thrills, and empty satisfaction.. Craving your huge ego and lack of respect..recently reminding me of how truly great of an Artist I am.. I created a fantasy of you so far from reality, most would be scared.. Not I, I revel in the fact I created what we had.. So therefore only I can truly end it.. sometimes the painful reality isn’t enough.. sometimes you need to smack yourself into the truth.. Like a true fiend I relapse.. Knowing the best awaits me only when I truly let go.. This chaotic obsession has been home.. but I’m ready to tear the walls of this broken house down.. Start new.


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