Thursday 13 November 2014

From the Shadows poem.

Addiction.

As much as I would like to tell you, I can't.
You are taking a little more everyday.
You think it's getting better, but it's not.
It's getting worse in every way.

Everyone around you, 
telling you to stop!
But you're to busy trying,
to get away from the cops.

You need to get the money,
the dealers are getting angry.
But your only friend you have in life is me,
and that is not very manly.

So if I could give a message to you,
do you know what I would say?
Dealers, cops are not the enemy,
your only enemy is me.

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