My Fix

Some people are junkies of alcohol or drugs.. I am of music.

The shadows purge my mind.
Shiver, shiver, shake
    Can't deal no more pain
          I need my fix.
My ears are filled with silence
    Or the loud talk of loud creatures around me.
Shiver, shiver, shake, shake
          I need it now.
Dying, choking, suffocating
    Someone covers my ears, my eyes, my mouth
Hear no, see no, speak no
          I can't live without it.
Once more I crawl through rotting flesh
    Rotting flesh that walks upright.
Pushing me, pulling me, dragging me, lulling me
    Smother and tear at me
          Give it.
My hands twitch, my eyes stare blank
  My mouth is dry like a summer's noon
      Perpetual silence or the grating of their voices on my brain
          I will die without it.
My brain is numb and totaled
    Every second without it I lose another marble
            My fix, my music, my sanity.
No notes, no sweet melodies
No drumming, no strumming
No keys, no beat
No life, no vibrancy
            Must have it.
Stick those notes in my veins
    Keep those headphones on my head
            I need my fix, I need my fix.