By Makayla B.
The rush to my brain, all reality is gone
It overcomes my senses as my high begins to fawn
I look in the mirror but I see nothing staring back
No more color to my rainbow, my iris fades to black
My pain is now numb, I begin to feel inanimate
A phantom running through my veins, habitual inveterate
Thoughts running wild like a mind that’s been lost
Careless of my consequences, willing to pay the cost
My climax peaked, now I start to capitulate
Made a deal with this monster, a pact I cannot innovate
No turning back now, my life is already crashing
The coldness in my veins is the ice and heat clashing
Addicted to the journey for it takes me on a ride
A habit I won’t overcome, a slippery slope on which I slide
Temporary solution with a crash that’s everlasting
Wiping away my own free will with the devil I’ve been stashing.
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