ADDICTION

…ADDICTION…

I CANT IMAGINE A LIFESTYLE OF GETTING NO SLEEP,

THE IMAGES IN HIS HEAD AND THE DEMONS HE SEES,

THE DEVILS BLOOD IS WHAT HE SHOOTS IN HIS VEINS,

DEPRIVED OF SLEEP AND IT’S DRIVING HIM INSANE.

 

SLEEPLESS DAYS AND RESTLESS NIGHTS,

ALL BECAUSE HE CRAVES THIS HIGH,

HE’LL SLAVE AWAY JUST TO GET RIGHT FOR A DAY,

IT KEEPS HIM AWAKE AND CHANGES HIS WAYS.

 

HE’S ALWAYS BEEN MELLOW AND GOES WITH THE FLOW,

NOW HE’S THE OPPOSITE, IT’S THE POWER OF DOPE,

IT DISTROYS PEOPLE, FAMILIES AND FRIENDS,

WHEN WILL THIS EPIDEMIC COME TO AN END.

 

IVE SEEN HIM GET CLEAN AND DO SO GREAT,

BUT I KNOW WHEN HE’S HIGH, I CAN SEE IT IN HIS FACE,

I KNOW DEMONS ARE PRESENT WITH THE CHANGE IN HIS TONE,

WHO KNOWS WHAT HE’LL DO WHEN HE’S STUCK IN THAT ZONE.

 

HALLUCINATIONS AND EVIL THOUGHTS RUN THROUGH HIS HEAD,

HATRED IN HIS HEART BUT THIS AIN’T WHO HE IS,

LORD I ASK THAT YOU SEND YOUR ANGELS TO BE WITH ALL OF US,

TAKE AWAY HIS ADDICTION AND CRAVINGS FOR DRUGS.

 

-CHAMPAIGNE MERCEDES

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world

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