Relapsed

Use me, make me feel like nothing,
Make me crawl back inside,
Amongst the static in my ears,
All the noise clouding my creativity,
Like a fog blinding me from writing.

Use me, look don't touch,
One taste could send me off the deep end,
Like an addict relapsed,

Use me, make me hate it,
Those selfish thoughts cutting me on the inside,
Things are perfect as they are, both in symmetry,
Like a mirror reflecting back on itself, perfect,
Unless, of course - you're on the same page as me.

That would then make us a prefect match.

-Sir Jestro