Morpheus

A poem I wrote a while back about morphine withdrawal and addiction, a personal issue I once had to face.

Venomous these feelings working their way through my veins,
A simple bite within the third eye leaving me so drained,
Unexplainable and unattainable a syrum, for poison is the cure,
But is the sickening quickening? I can't be too sure.

Draw upon this, my own web of critical and abstract thinking,
Staring into oblivion without the burden of ever blinking,
Available and malable, this syrum, sinking into my skin,
But is the sickening quickening? Never sure until the end.

Crawl into my web and stay, my sickened little fly,
Merely a faucet of your own dreams, I'll strive to free your mind,
Unexplainable and unattainable, is there an escape from me?
Morpheus, shaping shadows, haunting your every dream.

Stay a while within my tendrils, I plan to not defy,
Stare into your own feeble mind with dull and dialated eyes,
Available and malable, but a syrum, we can never be to sure,
Morpheus, shaping wallows, the poison makes it worse.