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Placing human-like qualities on a substance and on a problem making it seem more tangible. |
Something inside of me has died... And something reborn Everything from my former life has changed My addiction's tentacles reach out for me Whenever I try to leave Jealous of my sobriety... A woman scorned, yet acting so naive On days where things don't go my way She cries with me...shedding tears of pain and regret And on days when everything is great Laughing along right by my side From the best friend I ever had... To the only friend I have left Life is moving fast on a downhill slide She takes everything, yet gives little in return A progression of self-loathing, hatred, and fear As I try to escape the hole I've dug The withdrawals will be severe Separated from the man I was before Addiction needs detachment to sustain my using ways And with no empathy left inside my heart Caring little about this person whose reflection I see Struggling....but not fighting for my life A carbon copy of an abusive relationship Knowing the ugliness of my addiction... And my frivolous overindulgences Living each day without any love or affection Hungry and demanding, yet never satisfied Why would anyone choose this life of despair? I see the door, but I'm frozen with fear She will track me down and bring me back... Just like last time, and the time before A small voice screams from deep inside Strange...yet sounding just like me Urging me to run, and to never look back But we know I won't...how can I leave? She was there for me when no one else was When I was alone at night, she held me tight Yes...there was a price to pay But everybody wants something Nothing comes for free in this world we live But she wasn't honest enough to show the cost Because her honesty is not like mine And the price to pay is too high... I was lying to myself, that I cannot deny Her love is toxic to the soul Injected into my vanishing veins A horror movie come to life Without the popcorn, or the company And an early death becomes the price of the entry fee Hindsight is clear when seen through the eyes of a slave Who is sleep-deprived, and love deprived... And touch-deprived to the point of insanity And with little sleep in weeks I'm too tired to care But not tired enough to quit this life of profanity |