That last drink… the bottom of an empty glass…
That last pill… an empty pill bottle remains….
The last cigarette… an empty box lays strewn on the floor…
The last kiss goodbye… a forgotten love distant and lost…
The last chip played… the last of the poker hand…
Addiction haunts me.
It thwarts my past…
It threatens my future…
How do I cure these addictions?
How do I rid myself of the nightmares in my daydreams?
Forever I am damaged…
Damaged by the addictions
By the over use.
And under felt.
The obsession… the compulsion…
The frustration… the revulsion
I repulse myself.
I cannot control myself.
The addiction takes over.
Slicing from my flesh.
Tearing at my heart.
Feeding on my thoughts.
Caressing my wants.
Barring my desires.
Fueling my needs.
You are my opium.
Though I feel and know your damage all to well…
You have become my safety net personified.
You are the difference between where I stand and where I lay.
You are the indifference between my mind and my heart.
My efforts to be rid of you go unnoticed�
and you take hold of my will power once again…
Wash me away