i am addicted to it
my way of expression
a deadly drug
my dark obsession
a substance of pure animosity
toxins of regret and sin
but the feeling of power
over dosing again and again
a path of destruction
the addiction is for free
in pain paying for a habit
but wanting the disease
spinning in the night
creating another me
blinding them of me truly
blocking what they wish i could see
draining me of precious life
when intervention is never too late
dealing with my addiction
my addiction to hate
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