Vice

No explanation needed.

My sweet release. Relief so sweet, it stimulates, titillates my teeth.
Urges so urgent, so prominent, dominate.
They dominate my life. My reason for strife.
Pain spiked with pleasure, spiked with worthlesness. I am worthless.
I take my medicine, so the medicine will take me, usually rape me,
of my purpose, the task at hand. The task I'm handed.