success…

when it touches me
it leaves me groping for more
success tastes like nothing else
it has the fragrance of human blood
and makes me feel like a roaring lion
when a drop touches my lips I need a few more
a few more of those drops of lovely red shining nectar
gives me a high nothing else can give
leaves me intoxicated with a heavy hang over
mesmerizes, enslaves
ah! that withdrawal syndrome
success is a dream I follow till I drop
success is one master never fully satisfied
a master in it’s own domain, success makes me forget life
success leaves behind life’s love and all that is dear
I might try to curb it or try to evade
success is the zenith of one’s finer innate nature
yet when it rules it makes me ruthless!