Bittersweet Addiction

There are games that I play,

One might say they are de morte,

This might be a stupid thing to say,

But I don’t know if I should continue to play.

As I play I destroy my mind,

And waste so much time.

Time that could be used to find,

What I’ve been looking for, for so very long.

Euphoria was something I strived for,

Something I longed for,

I found it in a chemical that I abused.

I used this drug to induce a feeling of love,

A feeling of happiness was given,

And so I gave this drug my trust.

I always wanted to say,

How this drug took me away.

Took my mind and got me hooked,

Took my body and destroyed it from within.

This drug that I speak of is Heroin.

Now let me speak,

I do not condone my actions.

I do not support what I once did.

But at the time heroin really was my heroine.

How foolish I was,

To think this drug,

Was something I could tame.

It took my mind and tossed it aside,

Into a pool of the insane.

I was hungry,

Always wanting,

This euphoria that it gave.

I was addicted,

I was ready to give my soul to the monster.

I heard Satan’s laughter,

As I came down,

He laughed at how I crumbled.

He saw how I was dying.

This horrible, yet blessed drug,

That made me feel the most incredible love,

Almost torn me away from life.

I realized my place,

And I wanted to erase,

The existence of this curse I had placed [on myself].

And here I am,

Writing this poem,

Addicted to my one and only love.

Heroin, I love you,

This is true,

But you took me for a fool,

I was stronger than you.

I said enough,

Put down the beautiful drug,

And walked away staggering.

And to this day,

I sit and pray,

That my heroine will come to play.

Perhaps I lied when I said I was stronger,

For I still wish I had given myself to a fake euphoria,

Just a little longer.