Sweet Ecstasy

I have found it,
I have seen it.
Most lethal drug,
kill me slowly.

It found me weak,
victim of chance.
Won’t stand a chance
delicious form.

It gets near me.
Heartbeat goes up
flame behind face.
Heat spreads though me.

Chaos clouds me.
I take a step,
trying to get closer.
desire fills.

Moth to a flame.
It's ecstasy
in the pure form.
Can't get enough.

No, wait, not right.
Something is wrong.
This is not good.
Must resist it.

It vanishes
from what I see.
Sweet ecstasy
come back to me.

When fear is shown
it runs away.
Good riddance or
come back I pray?

Hi there,
So basically, I finished reading your poem with mixed feelings about it. On one hand, I love the push-and-pull thing you created, which we all experience one way or another. Kudos. On the other hand, your execution was a little shaky: I offer examples.
1. "I have found it/ I have seen it/ Most lethal drug,/ kill me slowly." You start off referring to ecstasy as "It" and then right away you address it directly. It's jarring, and in the first stanza of a poem, the last thing you want to do is jar the reader.
2. "Chaos clouds me./ I take a step/ trying to get closer/ desire fills." That should be "desire fills me." There are a couple of places in the poem where you don't use complete sentences or even complete phrases, and even though this is a poem you gotta be correct.
3. Your rhyme scheme. It's there sometimes, gone other times. It's jerky. I'd let go of it. That's the big point I want to make, actually. You've got this sort of abrupt rhythm going on, and for the subject matter I don't think that's what you want. Think of what you're writing about. You could go nuts with descriptors, make the reader fee like they're right there. Remember the Number One Rule of writing: Show, Don't Tell. You've got a little bit of that with the push-pull feeling, but see what else you can do. Instead of saying "Something is wrong./This is not good," show us how you know something's wrong. Do you feel it under your fingernails? Is it more like a smell you recognize but can't place? Describe the sensations as though you were sculpting this experience out of clay. Does that make any sense?
Okay, recap. Good work with the desire-versus-revulsion thing. Work on complete sentences. Show, don't tell. Mmkay?
PM me if you have any questions.
-Aussie

When I read this, I wasn't really sure what to think. I like the flow of it, and how you show your desire. But I find it a little confusing, but I think thats just me. I like the back and forth between your desire and resistance. But I really did like the poem. Good job.