Vices

We all have our vices I suppose. It seems somewhat sad when someone you know starts to be controlled by them. They tell themselves that there is nothing wrong; nothing wrong with a release. Craving for the itch to be tamed. Burning the very skin underneath their own being. Seeing all those around them in a fragmented mosaic with blurring edges and fine lines. To calm the appetite of the haunted is no easy feat. You do all you can yet it seems futile. They stare as a lost child looking for the invisible. Realizing the inevitable; that they themselves are addicted to the pain and punishment of carnality.