Locked inside,
entombed within,
a mind made up of stone;

She tries to tear,
out of her skin,
while clinging to her bones.

Locked inside,
entombed within,
a heart frozen stiff;

She tries to feed,
through punctured veins,
while cutting snow-line sniffs.

Locked inside,
entombed within,
a world she leaves behind;

Passed out,
in my bed instead,
she waits for me to find, her.

And I like what I find
I like what I see
I’m addicted to the addict.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar