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From the time I was a little girl,
they warned me about
drugs and addiction,
but they forgot to warn me about one specific drug.
The drug that courses through my veins,
***** with my mentality,
seizes my life,
and leaves me feeling momentarily
fulfilled,
and undeniably
empty.
The drug that is your smile,
your touch,
you as a whole,
as a human being that is transformed into this chemical
that I inject into my bloodstream.
They should have warned me about that drug.
That addiction.
They tell us, in school,
to read all these books
by great minds;
H.G. Wells, Arthur C. Clarke, George Orwell, Ray Bradbury, Aldous Huxley;
but, at the same time,
they tell us,
even if subconsciously,
to ignore the grim implications
coming evermore true with each passing moment
of these Prophetic authors.
I've seen the needle as it caresses the skin
I've seen the torture and the damage within

I've seen it take and never give back
I've seen the loss and lack of respect

I've seen the needle as it ***** out the life
The milking of blood, reaching for heights

When your in the fix your in control
Not seeing how deep, the rip in the soul

I've seen the needle take it away
I've seen life fade to the color of gray

I've seen the eyes that hide it so well
Gazing deep into the bowels of Hell

I've seen the needle locked in a scream
As the nightmare takes over the dream

I've seen it all with little hope left
Until it all shatters in death
I know it's been around for years but the recent high profile deaths from ****** and hearing how many people are addicted to this madness just has me thinking and praying for these tormented souls...
 Feb 2014 Sasha Unique
K603
Are we alive?
Who's to say that we are not dead,
that there maybe life in our coming death.
What life is on going
never to end.
So in keeping track of the years of our lives
are we really just waiting to live?

— The End —