Addiction

I hate it,
This dark addiction.
Kill it,
Before it causes more friction.
This is my monster,
My fatal affliction.

Like a knife to butter,
A razor drags across my arm.
In a fitful frenzy I shudder,
Intoxicated by harm.


I hate it,
This dark addiction.
Kill it,
Before it causes more friction.
This is my monster,
My fatal affliction.

Like a snake into the ground,
A needle crawls into my vein.
Released from sanity without a sound,
Heightened over pain.

I hate it,
This dark addiction.
Kill it,
Before it causes more friction.
This is my monster,
My fatal affliction.

Like a blow to the head,
An image of flesh numbs my mind.
Morals lie broken and dead,
Relationships now grind.

I hate it,
This dark addiction.
Kill it,
Before it causes more friction.
This is my monster,
My fatal affliction.

Like water draining into sand,
Pockets are emptied into chance.
Dreams are far too grand,
Crumbling in circumstance.

I hate it,
This dark addiction.
This is my monster,
My fatal affliction.
Save me from this addiction,
And rescue me from friction.

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