Addicted to the things you say....
...ways of the heart and mind to offer their places to trade. Maybe i'm lost and broken down to nothing and someway somehow your words meant something. Not because I never heard them, not because I believe them to be. Maybe just hearing them is all I need. Wishing. Yes, make believe me to be what I realistically can't see. Blinded. Hearing the compliments they are saying about me. Dying. Could it be graves dug by my lack of vision, eyesight seeing their possible likes? No, not those links clicked on webpages but feelings inside the souls slowly fading. Who am I dating? A ghost. An imagination. A faulty self conscious lacking confidence and self esteem with no ambition to change much of these things. Ring. Telephones never seem. Screens. Twenty's falling from machines. Dreams. Made true by women walking under nightly scenes eyeing for blue lights when red brings illuminating pleasures by any means...
...addicted, high as bleed.