The Real Addiction

You’ll never understand the hunger.
A brother older, a brother younger.
Using words that can’t describe,
Hungry emotions, deep inside.

And if you can’t abide us, still,
Those words, as if through force of will,
Will find a way to make them known,
Subtly discreet or fully blown.

Kill the dreams, take off all bets.
Lay in beds full of regrets.
Allow us to instill emotion.
If you want our full devotion.

Upon a page that is devoid,
Or watch us, as we are destroyed.