Addict.

I've walked along burning coals,

craving some salvation.

A little spark of light would flicker,

followed by temptation.

I'd follow the pull inside my heart,

down to the empty street.

Always ending in a fork,

where pain and pleasure meet.

I don't know who decides,

the direction for the night,

but I always run into my demons,

and they always want to fight.

Maybe someday I'll choose the road,

with less intimidation.

But for now I still tread those coals.

The pain is my medication.