Into The Mist

In a wave of desperation I found you. Or you found me. I embraced you, felt your warmth, smelt your sweet sweet scent. Ever so capturing and frightening I guess I lost focus again. Just lost enough for you to come again and haunt me, tie me, keep me hidden. I relapsed. I came to you again. The rush of feeling you coursing through my veins once more made me feel right back at home. I hate you.