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A poem about addiction.

Heroin

Imageby Marnie Jane Cavazzi14 Jul 2014

The wolf howls to the witches hour.
The gatekeeper comes out to play.
It's time to assist the souls of the abyss,
Who have been chosen as the devils prey.

The needle is loaded.
Pull the trigger the grim reaper yells.
It's time to take you on a journey
through the fires of hell

You will sacrifice your loved ones
Lie and cheat and steal.
Loose every inch of self respect
Have wounds that will never heal.

Come dance with the devil.
For this moment will come to pass.
Remember there has been others before you
Your not going to be the last.

A little taste to start with
Then your hunger will grow
Loose your life's purpose.
Your friends will become your foes.

I will take everything
There is nothing you can do
I need to feed my famine
It comes from people like you.

Don't try to disown me.
Don't be foolish and weak.
Your going to want me more and more
I am yours to keep.

When you think you can fight me.
You better think again
You will never be the hero,
But I will always be your HEROIN.