Augustus Gloop

You feel a demon inside of you, Ripping at you. It knows you're doing wrong. Indulging. You push away thoughts of yourself, Trembling in the night. You need it. You need it. You need it. The thought skips, A broken record in your head, reminding you. You need it. The man is here, A cold sweat breaks across your forehead. Anticipation. It's in your grubby hands. You give the what he came for. He leaves you to do as you please. A vile poison drips from either side of your crooked mouth, Tantalizing the weak. The reuniting of yourself with it, bittersweet. It melts in your hands. Wait a second, You're the one melting. You lapsed, but you're happy, right? Right? Regret hiccups back at you. You're going to be sick. Settle now. Settle. Your stomach calms, As you recline, Nearly comatose. Sweet Surrender.