A shameful lack of will

Sleep does not come
Anxious
Tonight cannot last long enough
She will find me tomorrow

Constant movement
Pacing
I have had enough of madness
I'd kill a man for sorrow

But still she comes
Careless
Not thinking of what I must break
Passion is her only god

When I hear her
Call me
Tonight's ambition will be gone
Aimlessness won't seem so odd

But I want life
To weep
To feel something more than hunger
To find my way back to earth

She uses me
So well
I love the way she makes me feel
But just how much is it worth

I get smaller
Giving
So much of my thought goes to her
My brain is well beyond fried

I am stagnant
Rotting
My life is waiting for her touch
And leaving unsatisfied

My muse has left
Voiceless
She would rather let me languish
Than witness such a breaking

So I stay up
Writing
Though my pen only speaks of her
Still it delays my waking