Succumb To

Like a heavy dose,

Stocking on my head,

Nerves me on the inside,

A chillness deprived from within,

A numb without it,

An addiction it had become,

My habits that I succumb to.

A rather disadvantage,

To me,

And my normal,

Without it, I ain't any,

This addiction brings out the worst,

For I might have lots more to hide.