Vices

My old self whispers to me, taunts me, tells me they are what I want. In my darkest of moments they are there for me, reminding me of how free I can feel. Deep down they tear out my soul, they never seem to let go. I count the years, the months, the days, that I've claimed to be free from their grasp, but daily they are haunting me. At moments I relish in the thoughts, dream of their relief, find my self reaching for their devilish devices. Tears start to overtake me, so much strength it takes, how I want to give in to my vices, let them cut me deep within, but I somehow fight their enticements, keep clawing at the chains that they throw on me. Daily these battles are churning, vices so cunningly sweet, leaving me at the brink of insanity.