Addiction
It came on with the quickness,
Stuck in a body full of sickness —
On your knees, praying for forgiveness.
But that’s not likely when you took this in vain;
Many roads ahead of you — they all lead to pain.
Given the chance, you’d refill your veins,
Cold shakes and withdrawals scrambling your brain.
Feeling like Adam in a false Garden of Eden,
Surrounded by temptation — and temptation’s a demon.
“Go on, just take one little bite…
It won’t hurt you, it will be alright.”
Hitting your body harder than a thunderous smite.
It’s an addiction that will destroy your whole life,
Leave you living a lonely existence,
With a head full of cravings,
And marriage to its persistence.
But this altar you kneel at is carved out of bone —
Your veins are its temple,
Your flesh is its throne.
And when you beg for mercy,
No god will remain —
Just the echo of needles
Whispering your name.
Copyright © Sam Russell | Year Posted 2018
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