Still Wanting More

Keeping eyes wide unlock the lies that try to pry my life from me, but freely I keep my faith alive. The bloodied soul still whole cries from the lull of society's intoxicating lullaby. I close my eyes and see, once again, the need for the needle for a dose of something stronger than I. I... feed on my resistance to the need, bleeding tears keep my hands away. Inner loneliness tried to breed another minute to the every this statistic, but I will not be bought for less than the price of my fear.
But as I breathe the air here, I know the sugar is kept unchained in plastic. So as I breathe, the monster seethes temptation into my lungs among the black ruins of my heart. As I once again slump to the darkness below, I grow immune to love and hate. I awake from fighting the temptation to station myself ready at redemption's door, but still wanting more.