The Hook

I scream, I cry. If I fail, I will die. I vomit, I bleed. I am weak from need. I shiver, I shake. I lay here awake. What is it I've done? What have I become? I see a mirror. My end is clearer. My hair is so dry. Redness is my eye. Body once strong, to drug it does belong. My mind is not here. Something I held dear. I am no more man, a child with no land. All I've tried to make, thrown out for spice sake. How will I return? To love life's sweet burn? I must rise from ash. Reach into soul's cache. Destroy my destroyer. Leave hell's foyer. To never look back, wrench my life on track. -Angel Fatale-