It had threatened me.
And with every ounce of it I loved.
It had hurt me so many times,
and I ordered it to continue.
Becoming so accustomed to it,
turned into my addiction.
One night, it dug into the back of my skull
It no longer let me dream,
Or close my eyes without seeing it
somewhere in my mind.
Every evening I would feed the habit
The habit to drown it in chemical.
In a dark cherry colored liquid.
It caused me to burn my insides.
Enough! I cried.
I took both hands
Wrapped it around its neck
And crushed its throat.
I ripped it out, as it cried to the floor.
Laughing, I washed my hands
Smiling as I kicked it around.
Seeing how worthless it was.
Now, so harmless.
Now I can finally sleep.