Addiction
This addiction,
Like blood will always run through his veins.
Never stopping just waiting for that kick,
That satisfaction from another one
Carries him further.
Further into denial?
Further to the truth?
Throwing everyone back who tries to get close.
One man drinks another man falls,
drink is the only escape from eventual and inevitable sorrow and pain.
This person is a mysterious person.
Hard to read.
Doesn’t know the true person who lies inside.
This is me.
I think, I’m not too sure who I am.
Just constantly looking for the one who will show me.
My life is the addiction that won’t stop.
Why do I do what I do?
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