Through my veins,
runs my addiction,
and blood is not it.

From this very screen,
another pleasure,
fills my senses.

Nostalgia was reborn,
and took me in,
and thus my addiction began.

The story of humanity,
fighting to survive,
is becoming my every breath.

Vipers flying through the sky,
firing at Raiders on the horizon,
in a race to find this Earth.

Basestars and Battlestars,
with kilotons of ballistics,
flying between the two.

Humans and Cylons,
pointing fingers and stealing,
like the squabbling children we are.

My addiction is the tragedy,
that plagues this very world,
and the good that I want to come.

But will we ever stop?
Will a cease in the violence show,
enough for the seed of peace to grow.

Without being crushed or poisoned,
killed out of envious spite,
just because you wanted the limelight.

I’m addicted to a fantasy,
a Sci-fi show,
and it’s not real.

With every minute,
of every episode,
I see sense in everything I’m shown.