naughtycheffa's blog: "addy"

A familiar feeling forms from the base of my anesthetised spine,

It creeps up on this cloudy mind as it swims in chaotic confusion,

My addiction once more takes hold of this beleaguered soul,

Tormented yet again to find an excuse for this demise,

 This habit craving in its infatuation,

Blurring life's edges enough to bear the abhorrent horrors,

Ensnaring me in the spiralling circles of its obsession,

Craving relief from mans hatred of its self,

In compulsion I re-light, snort, pop or open another can,

A need dependent on a human weakness,

Or weaknesses of humanity,

And in my reliance of this drug I stay the addict they made me,

She helps me through my mania in a fascination to see myself survive,

Another binge, all night session or afternoon livener,

A fixation on my death not yet see come to term,

I hunger for more in my thirst for the grim reapers touch on this withered shoulder,

As my appetite grows larger for maximum destruction,

Yearning for my own carnage,

My dependence growing ever stronger for this cancerous crutch on which I lean,

Am I just its patsy in its conspiracy to defraud my broken mind?

A fall guy for the statistic of governmental issue,

Or am I just mentally constrained from life's freedoms by my own fixations bondages,

Bound to this drug in my own Achilles' heel,

And disadvantaged by my own failures,

In failing to face my own fiends,

Pass me by,

For I am just an addict.