Wrapped in the cells of lust

He had me confined in voluntary incarceration It was my addiction that started this obsession My endless dead end of everything and nothing And yet I've always known he'd leave me lusting Wanting Panting Gasping for air from all the crying And long sleepless nights of thinking Just hoping... He had me locked in deliberate captivity Please Lord, not another dependency My endless point of all and obliteration And yet I've always known he's an obsession An illusion In my confusion My greed leaves me wanton, inconsiderate Of what others may feel or want When all I want is him...he? He had me locked down and confined On lock-down in confinement In these cells of lust and wanting And waiting And Illusions Intense feeling of highs Only experienced Once I take another hit Just one more, for the road that one leads to another Then another... I swear, this is the last one... ok, one last time... And now I'm his, his addict. Created me as his muse, for his art I've let him illustrate my world And let him navigate our beginning And my end. A verse that begins with he Flows through me, line by line... A life that began with me Shall now surely end with he.