Lost in dope

Twelve straight years, losing hope.
Clouded judgement,
chasing dope.
Paranoia filled my head,
on my fear the demons fed.
To stay awake,
days on end.
To earn some enemies,
lose all friends.
Talking in circles, many a mile.
Emotions dead yet forcing a smile.
Zoning away, nodding out
this is what my life’s about.
No longer care,
hearts now cold.
To the devil my soul I sold.

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