Outlandish Chemicals
You're a little bit twisted,
I died and survived
and still couldn't resist it.
Devalued myself each minute
I tried to get it
but I'd swear I'd up and quit it
until the high wore off I'd fidget and go ballistic.
Start hitting up digits
It's the countdown to official dope sickness.
I could of quit when I was able
but I don't think I was stable
how could I think to shoot up heroin and be completely capable?
But that's what addiction creates,
inside the brain it'll erase
the same reasoning that sobriety would of had you tied down and anchored in the first place.
And before I used, addiction manipulates
it lassoes where thinking takes place
and by the time you investigate
the disease has another word for that drug
and that word is,
safe.
It used to baffle doctors,
In society we're outcasted
outlandishly passed by the pastors
who said God could bring us back.
But who you define
as the Man in the sky,
matters less
then giving him authority, his will, over your entire life.
A lot to take in if you don't know the guy,
but give him this
and he'll give you a chance, hope, and sober mind to change this time.
Drugs destroyed things I wanted to keep,
they took away people I wish i could still see.
They dug evil in my soul i can pray will decay,
they changed every movement and the way I behave.
They took my brain and created newfound habits,
those lead to handcuffs which lead to charges and why i have it.
This poem is a warning
it isn't meant for talent.
The storys ring an eerie bell,
save yourself from what was tragic.
And to the naysayers who may be starting or beginning
find yourselves now,
because it's hard to be forgiving.
Copyright © Patrick Farley Iv | Year Posted 2016
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