It’s a poison that creeps
Possesses your veins
It’s a fire that burns
Your senses, it drains
It’s an addiction you fight
But you can’t control
It’s a demon within you
Eating you up whole
It’s a speed that drives
You off the road
A burden on your shoulders
A sinful load
It’s a venomous whisper
A silent cry
It’s the treacherous hope
You’re forced to buy
It’s the days that fly
The seconds that crawl
In the blink of an eye
You’ve been through it all
It’s the illusion; the escape
The sweet slavery
Adrenaline, yes
The Doomed Victory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem