Just One More
Going back for just one more…
A drink, a pill, a thrill
Going back to discover the arousal
Flowing through arteries
Veins with a crimson flood
Of stirring compulsions
Complicating the silent thoughts
Of one who is hooked
On the drink, pill, thrill
The artificial joy that leads
A heart toward self-destruction
Going back for just one more…
Idea that fills the spirit
With a sort of feigned joy
Inspiring feelings of fake
Happiness that colors moments
In hues of ebony sorrow
Wicked pretenses brought to life
Amid lonely silence and fright
That lives within the one who
Listens to the synthetic ritual
Learned when the craving consumes
Going back for just one more..
Phony feeling of hope
Lingering on the haunted mind
Of one who heeds the impulse
Leading to using again and again
Taking all that the feeling gives
With a lingering ache for a chance
To loose the pain and sorrow
Within the false stimulation
Of a drink, a pill – a thrill
That leaves you yearning for
Just one more!
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