addiction

[chickydoodle]

As The wind howls and boughs creak

I take your hand while you sleep.

There is warmth and comfort there

As dreams release you from despair.

Then, as the cold grey light of dawn

Reveals how far you have fallen

Veins constrict and palor fades

As you take on a different shade.

Heart dispels all seeds of doubt,

pumps a sickly blue throughout.

Momentary delight, free from care

Hands cold to touch for your’e not there.