Addiction

I sit inside this darkened room with blinds drawn tight,
lost within the silence of yet another drug filled night.
My paranoia keeps me locked within these four walls,
for I want none to see or hear that of Satan's calls.

I light the candle, sit on the floor, ready to go astray
for once I hit my mistress, the rest of the world fades away.
I prepare my pipe, and ever so gently place in my lady of white,
for once I partake of her, everything seems to be alright.

She is intoxicating, addicting, leaving me wanting more,
I pick up the phone, make that call, looking for another score.
Into the night I venture, to greet my mistress once more,
then silently I creep back into the sanctuary of my locked door.

Once again I dance with my mistress, till she fades away,
chasing her, that high, freaking out because she didn't stay.
Please don't look at me as I crawl about the floor,
I cant accept that its gone, there just has to be one more.

I search my pockets, my boots, my socks,
I search the drawers,even an empty box.
Then reality hits and I begin to cry,
I don't want to live like this, I just wish to die.

You see my friends, I have a family outside of this door,
she told me she would leave me if I did this once more.
So here I sit silently locked among these four walls,
listening to her making all of the necessary calls.

I lost my kids, I lost my wife, all for the lady in white,
for I could not deny her, please learn from my plight.
When she comes calling, your addiction, whatever it may be,
make sure you are prepared to loose all, even your dignity.

For though she takes you to places that seem so comforting,
only death and destruction in the end will she bring.
For the life you once lived, the person you once were,
have all faded, disappeared, becoming nothing more than a blur.