It's my weakness,
my greatest plight-
this evil addiction
I try to fight.
It's my protection,
my paranoid lies-
the devil himself
in crystal disguise.
It's my oblivion,
my heartbreaking pain-
a toxic cloud
killing my brain.
It's my fulfillment,
my bottomless sorrow-
bringing dark thoughts
of no tomorrow.
It's my sanity,
my endless strife-
this methamphetamine
I once called life.
It's my reality,
my pretend bliss-
tho' I never imagined
it'd be quite like this....
By,
A.M.R.