Addictions
I can feel the craving deep within
So strong I almost feel the blade bite down into my skin
Can almost smell the blood running down my arms
Self-destruction beckons, so seductive
The white crystal calls my name
Housed in glass, it waits flame's touch
Whispering sweet nothings to my ears
Loss of self draws me near
Beautiful brews await my return
Bubbling with glee, they cackle
Telling tales of foolish days gone by
Bliss of forgetfulness softly calls for me
Little blessed pill compels me close
Affection for the taking
Reflections of my lost innocence seduce me
I come so close to falling yet again
Only my will saves me
The fact I swore an oath to myself
I will not break it
Could not face myself if I did
Could not face my son
Knowing I'd broken my word to myself and he
Would rather be dead than have that
So I will survive without
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Submission Name: Addictions
