FoundAlongRoad

I feel it jittering, just under my skin
Glimmering like venom
On a fang sinking in
How do I suck the poison out?
Without the hyper brain waves
And the serene lulls that only come in antipathy
Is there even anything else to me
Without them am I just empty
It’s the same feeling when the words come alive on the page or the characters make you really feel it
The chemicals in the brain but when it’s right in front of me, the temptation
To spin a whole novel from a few sparks
To let it wash over me and write it all
This must be how they feel when they draw back that needle
I can taste it
The tingling feeling
Like a livewire to every nerve ending that I’ve been carefully cultivating to survive and thrive on organic
The real stuff of life
But they sing at the sight
Of that sweet synthetic blend
That I could build up in my mind
And I know it isn’t what’s good for me
It’s not what makes my life worth living
I crave genuine
So why do I die for a hit
Of delusion.