Another Brick in the Wall

The blink of an eye
I sleep through the addiction
Predicting its toll

Impossible shape
A reverse gyrospiral
Replacing cravings

The air that I breathe
Regaining its natural taste
As nerves replenish

The food that I eat
More than just sustenance now
One filled desire

A man needs something
Something to quell his lustings
Something within bounds

I've tied so tightly
Concerned what doors may open
I have little left

Little left to need
So few things to distract me
Such a focused feed

I put my mind to
Whatever I would like now
Nothing holds me back

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