This Is My Empire
Age sixteen I guess it begins,
a downward spiral that I fell in,
did drugs too much, memories a fuzz,
the years went by the more I need the buzz.
I lost myself, I guess I lost my mind,
looking for the next endorphin buzz I'd find,
It made me turn nasty and act unkind,
and for that I'd like to apologize.
A false scene, I seen that I would rise,
but it jumped and it ran and it changed disguise,
I followed it further buying more supplies,
until I was lost in deep under cloudy skies.
I need to find the strength to change my strategy,
if only I could force myself out of this tragedy,
if only demons and devils would stop controlling me,
then I could force my way out of this deep and darkened sea.
When I've stood to fight I've faultered,
I can't help but end up being tortured,
with each battle that comes I get slaughtered,
but it's wars not battle that create the conquered.
I've took a hold of myself and controlled addictions,
and forcefully changed up my own description,
from street drugs to those on repeat prescription,
now nothing can influence or enforce restrictions.
Now this is my empire and these are my kingdoms,
this my fortress with the best defensive systems,
this my strong arsenal supplying killer weapons,
that can destroy enemies, attempts or what threatens.
I came, I fought, I conquered,
I rule the land and I've secured it.
I survived by miracle against the odds,
and I'm not religious but I thank the Gods.
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2018
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