Names, more names, never ancient <br />protection from one's self, to wash. <br />In-blur to roam, wordless in eruptions <br />dawn, left on yesterdays new stain. <br />Journey of familiarly, scooping out <br />bowls previously uneaten, fresh was <br />the fruit, now stale, face now dull, eyed from <br />gluttony's bloated hand, inside still unfed. <br />Addicts can change, yet still you eat the young.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/addicts-do-change/
