Is it but a lie you
tell yourself, if
it rears its ugly head,
nuzzles beneath your muzzle
this monkey on your back
is less of a pet
and more of a mockery.
Fast friendships, but
now, one that wont
let go, as you
let go
of everything else around you.
Control, spiraling out of
the gaping abysmal maw
taking, taking, taking
and offering up
empty slithering promises
that won’t
ever
be enough to satiate
appetites of Cthulhulean proportions.
Yet,
appendages caress
as I regress
the icky, sticky
Stygian darkness
welcomes me home again.