Addiction


The demon watches
so graceless
tactless
tasteless
from under hooded eyes
he waits
strengthens
by night, by day
as he lies
awaits that one slip
to the wrong side
depraved
no shame
in any of his games
he waits
and he is sly
I walk the edge
of this steely knife
I dance about
to stay on the right side
I pray
I struggle
I try
for the demon watches
under hooded eyes
I did not ask
for this fight
to win, I will pay
any price
I lift hands, empty
to the skies
take from me
all these things
send angels
with the strongest of wings
for I am human
and I am weak
and I have no place
among these things
I hang my head low
and I cry
for the demon watches
and he is sly

Michelle

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