The Addiction

A kiss,  A  Whip   They  spit,   I hit this is the life that I do not wish 
a scar on my face disgrace can someone bring me a can of mace
A large tattoo on my back I hide behind bars pleading my case about my race
It's like I took the abuse for years in fear of the future on no not wanting to be alone
Addiction


My fear ,my tears, I'm writing this letter oh dear
Can someone help take me away from this unknown desire 
Wanting to reach higher and higher my soul is hanging a wire
an addiction 

to this demon inside in which I hide
asking me to abide by the rules a fool this not so cool
I shall die a illusionists full of lust getting ready to bust
tasting like an old piece of pie crust made by a Illusionists a bliss
I am at the point where I can't handle
this
an addiction


so today I pray. my god save my soul today
hooray so I don't dig my self in a deeper grave unto the darkness unknown
calling Tyrone please call home
I moan and groan I am out of my zone
can you reason can  you  here my  tone with my tone
I want you to remember this stop think and quit  this  MESS
God  will take  care of the  rest

stop 
the addiction
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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September 17, 2015 at 5:43 AM
I thought this was very well executed. Though it seemed a little rushed, with minor tid bits that could of been touched up here and there. Over all i thought this was well done. I admire your devotion to the consistency in your rhymes as well. The ending was my favorite part, how you put that one simple line in there; it summed it all up really well. Good work.
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