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The word 'addiction' leaves a bitter taste in my mouth
The flavor of metal remains at the tip of my tongue
His hand grips the trigger upon the gun
His teeth are chattering
sweat forms on the center of his palms
His lips are chewed and broken
I will forever remember his last words spoken
He appears as if he's choking on simply air,
he bites down on his mouth,
and turns so I can see,
he faces me and
He goes on about how, I couldn't save him. Not even God could.
He shouts, "No Church on any given Sunday could make her live me alone!
She follows me where ever I go. Oh, Don't you know..." He stutters
over his words.
"Don't ya know, I want to quit! I want this monster to end!"
He rolls his red eyes back.
"But this creature won't let me be!"
He laughs to his-self this time,
like he recalled a sweet memory.
"But we had our good times! She made me feel happy, for once!
When I was all alone, there she was. I needed some where to go,"
He whispers very low, "And she was my free ride.
Her endless bliss was my high."
His voice is nearly able to reach my ear,
but I hear him say, "This is it, dear. Bye."
The BAM erupted the empty air,
He falls to the floor and his fair well
was not meant to me.
He was speaking to her,
the person who finally got her way...
The word 'addiction' leaves a bitter taste in my mouth..
The flavor of metal remains on the tip of my tongue

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