cravings

I try hard to ignore them,
force them away even,
but the whispers grow more prominent
the closer they etch their way to my gut.
Instincts;
I try to block those out to
but human intuition overwhelms
the intense cravings in my head.
Ethics,
battling against temptation,
I go so far as to scout out reassurances
from the lowest of places,
to confide in the ones who only encourage
my highs.
And disregard the ones
who speak ill about my choices.
Chasing control,
I desire it so deeply.
Coercing the truth
to defend my rotten torment,
I lick my fingers and indulge in these sins.