addiction

briefly in your peripheral you catch a glimpse,
you feel the presence, but its worthless to attempt,
to fully grasp or capture a full site,
just when u think you're on the cusp it takes flight,
gone into the night to lurk amongst the shadows,
to linger in your subconscience and leave your nerves unraveled,
some call it demons, others weakness, most call it fear,
you call it the part you hate about yourself the most,
and it leaves you sleep deprived with an arm full of tears,
uncontrollable a habit that refuses to be broken,
futile to resist as u plummet to the abyss,
causes u to use your face to bash your fists,
wishing you could return to those elapsed moments,
to be strong enough for once to defeat that opponent...