addiction...
the whore that takes
the last gasp of soul's breath
from the broken and wounded...
the lie that erases memories
for just a moment,
and then whips the heart with them....
the car hurtling towards the cliff,
out of control with no brakes....
the voices of the dead
calling from the streets of hell!
the chain around your neck,
that only you can unlock!
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