My Monster, the Drug

October 4, 2010
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Fighting against this urge,
is a constant struggle.
Everywhere I look,
I see it.
I see the eyes,
I smell the smell.
Dragging me in,
banging me on the tables of Hell.
Its forcing me to knock on the devils door,
but no,
I can't go in.
I run away,
I breathe in enjoyment.
The smell of a concoction of escape.
Once you start,
you can never go back.
I feel this demon,
breathing down my neck,
slicing my veins one by one,
knocking me down.
It is the only escape now,
this monster,
is all I have,
the only way to live.

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S M Wells said...
Oct. 15, 2010 at 4:45 pm
Of course theres more to life. Don't give up so easily, look farther.
drowning-in-sorrow said...
Oct. 14, 2010 at 4:27 pm
this is amazing!
Kaliana said...
Oct. 13, 2010 at 8:27 pm
absolutely amazing keep writing!!
shontae.a said...
Oct. 12, 2010 at 5:54 pm
I can't even explain it; this is just amazing. Good job.
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