Addiction

Out of the mist of paranoia,
a single seed planted in a delusional mind,
slowly and steadily begins to grow.
Breathing life into the things we fear the most.

Death's Angels dressed in black shrouds,
and their judging, angry gaze,
that nothing and no one can ever escape from.
A glare that hold you for all eternity.

The empty feeling of a desolate soul,
The damp coldness of burned-out passion,
The tiredness and the confusion,
of being lost for so long.

It is enough to drive a sane person,
out of their mind with craziness,
and a crazy person to the brink,
of yet another psychotic episode.

You ask what Devil I dare speak of,
What Demon I am conjuring?
With a sickening smile shinning in my eyes
I let one soft word drip from my lips

.................ADDICTION