This poem clearly illustrates where I was at the time when I was using.

SLAVERY

Suckin' the marrow from a rotted bone

How long can you hold your breath

Like chippin' away at that marble stone

Shriveled up as walking death

Addiction is the blackest of aches

It needs cash and you just might die

No one knows how much you can take

Kills a spirit that once could fly

Windows no longer reflect your soul

Liquid pools forsaken their light

Forgotten when you lost all control

Used to keep it all in sight

Satan is only a phone call away

Happy to light your fuse

Your buddy to the very last day

Silently watching, amused

Payin' for your sins if you can

You just might end up dead

What used to be one hell of a man

Has nothing left in his head

Choices, choices, what to do?

How to waste your mind

Same as ever, it's up to you

Livin' life happy or blind

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