Hooked

Treaded rebellion as an innocent teen
Blindingly the vices deceive
Now I’m hooked on a killing machine
an ending I could never conceive

driven by the mere anticipation
of the next immediate rush
searching for a reliable ration
failure yielding an epic crush

cleaved mind of fragmented thoughts
leaving me with a desperate appetite
I’ve become willing to score at any cost
In hopes of lengthening this flight

Delusions of grandeur quickly dissipate
As the drug leaves my toxic veins
Feelings of dread settle in like fate
Only adding to the worsening pains

Addiction is a reality I can’t dream
In this life, nothing is as it seems
Running from the hell I can not erase
Praying for freedom from this intricate maze

Habits formed and locked into submission
Growing depravities have formed a coalition
Against the quest to quit the addiction
Helplessly I surrender to the predilection