Addictions

Walking across the line
Wandering into this
Addictions are to fight
How dark is abyss

Dreams are to intertwine
With what the pure bliss it is
Addictions are to fight
A tendency to remiss

My youth cries out "inspect me!"
Beaten, broken and bruised-oh no!
As the dawn's cracking up, near the sea
I end up all abused- ooh no!

They whisper "her ripper!"
All whisper "the ripper!"