Demons of Crank [epic]

This is the battle
Of Xavier's inner demons;
Of his love for crank.
A son born wealthy;
A brother disturbed by money.
No longer wishing to pay
For his deepest desires.
Love cannot be bought,
But is the very thing
Xavier needs to survive.

Now I call to you,
My Lord Almighty,
To ask for strength
And Your aid to retell
Xavier's self-heroic story.
Make a display, an example
Of the darkest of demons.
Show others it is possible
To overcome the most difficult
Struggles in life's entirety.

My name is Xavier.
I lay there unconscious
On my bathroom floor.
Seems as if
I shot up too much.
The stupid heroin overpowers me.
I want to let go
Of my precious needle.
But, my pain is unbearable;
All over too much money.

Now who will discover me?
Laying here so broken,
And almost so far gone?
The sick part about addiction
Is the realization that
You are still alive.
You think you finally got
It done right this time.
Then you wake up.
Just to do it again.

The darkness turns to gray.
I start to come to.
There's a face above me,
One I have never seen.
A woman with red hair.
Such a scared look lies
Upon her gentle, aged face.
She repeats my name.
Demands me to wake up.
I startle with the splash.

Too many times have I
Had water poured on my
Face. Do they not see
I am still awake?
Oh, that's right.
Only addicts know the oblivion.
We are all alone
In our dark, little worlds.
Ahead of myself as always;
Let's get back to Candy.

What a strong woman she
Is to come to my
Rescue. My interventionist.
Can she really help me?
Or will she, too,
Walk away from this addict?
Candy, please make it stop.
Stop my cravings for that
Dirty, evil monster that consumes
My fragile, short-lived life.

I'm not ready to die.
But, I can no longer
Use daddy's precious earnings
To pay for friends.
I want and need
To earn my friends,
To earn respect,
And to fall in love.
Now I just have to
Murder the monster.

"Xavier, you understand addiction.
You've faced the need and
Deepest desire to quit.
Now just do it.
Take the stairs to recovery.
Drop your needle.
Flush the heroin.
Enter a rehabilitation center.
Walk away from drugs.
One step at a time.

I can save you,
Only if you let me.
Now release all your demons.
Send them to me.
I will dispose of them;
Send them back to Hell.
Leave them to burn
In an orange, scalding fire.
The deepest of their torture
Will disappear forever."

Those soft-spoken, powerful words
Were the very first
That Candy spoke to me
As I lay, passed out
On the freezing cold tile
Of the floor next to
The porcelain sink.
Somehow, the tones of her
Voice and meaning of the
Words, repeated in my mind.

I followed that conversation.
Memorized exactly how each
Word sounded to me;
The feelings I got
When it all sunk in.
I have to get back
To my dear Candy.
Need to release
My inner demons.
I will recover.

Candy, I am here.
Please take my addiction
And these damned demons
Out of my soul.
Send them down below
To the very place
That they belong.
Let them suck the
Crank from my system.
Take it all away.

One by one,
A demon crawled up my
Throat and left through the
Slightest part in my lips.
One by one,
A demon floated to the
Ceiling of Candy's office.
One by one,
A demon was sucked into
The dark hole to Hell.

I attempt to imagine
What Hell looks like.
In my mind, I see
Demons that represent
The seven deadly sins:
Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth,
Wrath, Envy, and Pride.
Three of which
Have my name
Written across their chests.

Those evil souls
Possess my greed,
For the heroin I
No longer need.
Wrath is my anger
Towards my addiction and father.
And my envy
Is for those who
Have normal lives
Without my demons.

My mind then floats
Back to reality.
My journey now begins
To being healed.
Candy is by my side
And works to help me
See that I can live
Past all of daddy's fortune,
Past the addiction to
A whole new life.

So look at me now,
My sick father.
You live off your money.
Buy off people's companionship
And buy all your wants.
I stand here to fight
For what I want.
I let go of my drug.
I did it.
You never thought I could.

It's now been four years.
I battled the crank,
Ruined the demons.
Overcame my inner battle.
I, myself, won!
Daddy, I don't need your money.
I am just fine without.
I can live my life
On my own.
So, let me go.

I am no longer your son
Who needs the money.
I have my own.
I, Xavier, have finally
Fallen in love.
I didn't need to buy it
The way you had to.
I will never again fall
To the tip of that
Dirty heroin needle.