Addicted as one can be,

today I thurst for thee like never before.

We didn't always meet;

although the illusion of what could be

alleviated my drowning thoughts.

Now without relief I wonder of thee;

eventhough it isn't new it feels as if it were

for before a mirage of you and i kept me dry,

now i'm left to drown in never ending thoughts.

Through a glass of brick I Lust thee.

An ecstasy that's what you are in me...