The Addict

As the sun will set, the moon will rise
A bipolar facade, a two-toned disguise
Bright and resplendent, is mine sobriety
But I too am the addict, fearing recovery

Addicts draw lines in the nonexistent sand
Forged and false arguments, meticulously planned
All attempts to defend, their narcotic ways
Yet there upon the altar, their sacrificed soul lays
In addiction I relinquished that which I loved
And in sobriety I learned of that which I've done

I was:
Always looking, needing...always wanting, seeking

Unable to find that which is sought
That one perfect high, that plagues every thought
Searching for that painless, that numb oblivion
Yet finding only pain, the agony I'm living in

Consumed by desires, a love for the high
And devoured by the fear, of that final goodbye
The life of an addict is one cursed to unrest
Consumed by a hunger; insatiable thirst in my chest

At first just a hit, one shot, a line every now and then
Once upon a time I could control it, now I wish I can

Yet it's always the same:
Jails-Institutions-and Death
We're all playing the same game
Until addiction robs us of our very last breath