subconscious thoughts come to me
make me act;
force me to give in.
and there are times I want to,
but there are times I'm forced to.
i love my addiction
i hate myself for it
and even when I don't want to,
it still feels good when I give in.
guilty pleasures; dangerous afflictions
the enemy is me
i can stop this if I want to
but no matter;
in the end i am only a prisoner of habit
and ultimately my undoing