Demon of Addiction
My voice is filled with broken tremors,
As I describe the layers of my pain.
Each breath blows out the bitter emptiness,
And I hear myself going insane.
I interact with demons I battle,
And I force them into submission.
Only one of them continues breathing,
But it bleeds until the end of my mission.
I tie it up with the cords of my pain,
And let it listen to the sounds of disaster.
I describe my life since our introduction,
And why for years I called it my master.
I shout out my story until i am hoarse,
And he laughs at the way I relate.
My story is savage enough to reach,
All of those who are left to this fate.
I was fortunate enough to run solo,
For the majority of my addiction.
Although my loved ones were witnesses,
It was them who suffered my affliction.
They felt every tie that I severed,
Because it was them who shed the most tears.
Every attempt at improving my status,
Got me arrested and set me back years.
When the violence took a dark turn,
I woke every morning drenched in my sweat.
The blood stains and physical evidence,
Scared off every attorney I met.
I sought shelter when forced on the run,
As my demons were finally set free.
Once they realized they had control,
It seemed every week I was copping a plea.
My world revolved around a chemical,
After a dangerous liquid laid claim first,
I flooded my body with poisonous fluids,
But the substances added were the worst.
I've flirted with recovery in the past,
But I'm currently struggling with the meaning.
It seems the concept of sobriety is foreign,
But I'll fight to give my system a cleaning.
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Scottie Jackson
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