Addicted

While I lie alone on the cold went floor.

My body aches for just a little bit more.

This is the lie I continuously tell.

Ever since my soul began to sell.

There was a time when I didn't always fail.

Before I heard the Siren's wail.

Before I began to self destruct.

Before temptation became, "You must."

Yet now I have fallen so deep in my mind

That my true self I can't seem to find.

I am controlled by something dark, unreal.

And forced to feel what I don't want to feel.

Perhaps this is the way things are supposed to be.

Perhaps this is why I still refuse to flee.

I was betrayed with a kiss by demons in disguise.

These despicable creatures spoon fed me lies.

I can not tell you what the future may hold.

But I am tired of being tricked and cajoled.

My story isn't over, I'll continue to write.

I will not surrender until I win this fight.