Stay away from drugs, they said.
It ruins you; their concerns beckoned.
Makes you lose control of your senses; They're addictive.
I rebelled at the cost of nothing that weed could do;
Indigenous to what cocaine would do;
Pills were reckless.
They never warned that mortals could be narcotics to my soul.
Unconscious to the destruction it'd cause.
Addicted to these new feelings of mine I have become.
From ashes to dust; my veins scream your name.
Your absolute numbness towards me overpowered the materialistic things.
How am I to withdraw from your addiction, oh beloved?
Show me a way out these shivers down my spine;
Heartaches and frailty running down my throat vanquished my will to live.
Maybe one last dosage of you; I may crawl out of this misery.
This hunger won't fade away.
Is there anything worse than drugs to keep in an illusion of high spirits?
How am I supposed to survive this fever?
This catastrophic melancholia filled with numbness.
The anarchy within my bones urged me to take the leap of faith;
Deliberately knowing that destiny would destroy every last bit of me.
No dose, I'm slowly dying. One last shot, I won't live.
Your absence; hanker.
Your presence; anger.