The Calling
The calling, I can hear it
The calling, can’t you hear it?
In the wind, through the leaves
In the shimmering rays of sunlight
In the moon, through the moonbeams
The calling is strong; I can feel it
It is so strong; can you hear it now?
In my heartbeat; throbbing red
In my blood and my nerve endings
In my mind; thoughts racing
I want it to end
The calling is stronger; I can see it
It is stronger than I; my strength not enough
It is driving me to a place I know well
It is a place of painless euphoria
It is a place of numbness
It is a place I now enter
The calling has stopped; I answered its call
I feel no pain and am slipping away
To a place of no worry, bad thoughts ... a relief
I am home in this place of nothingness
I am home in this place of no memory
I have arrived and succumbed to my calling
My senses are numbing ... this feeling I seek
My feelings are none
My Calling is Addiction
Constantly beckoning ... luring me with thoughts of peace
Will this be the last time? I do not know
The moonlight of this night has now turned to day, with the sunrise
My head, my eyes, my body, my soul ... now spent ... I feel again
Another night given way to shame and pain ... I do not remember
Addiction has once again robbed me ... or have I given myself away?
I do not know
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