Addiction for affection
I have an addiction for affection
And have a knack to get it back
I write a story, made up fiction
Cover with it what I lack
Sleep is a break from life
And waking up is like a chore
I stay up from 6 to 5
Not knowing what I'm asking for
My mind is racing, count to three
Watch it speed off, my tears too
One finish line, drawn over me
I count my days and then redo
Redo the count and my mistakes
Redo the cause of all my pain
Redo them as my being aches
Redo the killing of what's slain
Feeling what I feel is torture
And not feeling it is worse
Fire at the peaceful orchard
Arsonist with no remorse