To Be That

I succumb to the cravings
Divine right of attention
Consequences aren’t acknowledged
Center stage rather than prevention
Depression has returned
In favor of a mortal sin
Engorged with poison
Fangs protrude through my grin
Eyes that lash
With extensions of contempt
I feed off their vulnerability
Too addictive to repent
Forgiving is the forgettable
Settled is more disturbed
I hesitate but turn to consumption
It’s mine and well deserved