Addicted

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I crash to the ground,

head spinning,

wishing this could end

for a moment,

for a day

or forever.

It's too much!

I'm not strong enough

to fight

this enemy.

He calls to me

sweetly,

telling me

what I want to hear.

Once I hear that voice,

that sweet demonic voice,

its all over

and I succumb.

Like a fly caught

in a web of lies,

I struggle for a bit

until I realize

it's no use.

I am overcome,

and there is nothing

I can do to stop

my undoing.

I love it,

I hate it,

I spurn it,

I crave it...

I live for this sweet demise.