[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

This Addiction

The chains are cast over me again
A constricting, harrowing monstrosity
A monstrous chained beast of a fool
This addiction has made me
It dances on my soul, sparking the pain
The pain of remembering the pleasure
The creature craving that pleasure
This addiction has made me
The forbidden escape I run
Blanketed in black, volcanic ash
An ashen creep in the streets
This addiction has made me
People flinch away from my stare
They flinch away from my simple presence
Shun me for the attachment for jubilation
This addiction has made me
I excuse myself and honour myself
For staying away from the chains
But I always return, always to
This addiction that is me

I was driven to it to escape the misery
The pain of losing so much I loved
But now this addiction I ran to
Has robbed me of everything I touch
The walls are high around me
It seems as if there is no escape
But the only true way out
Is back to this addictions entrance
To escape the thralls of this addiction
Ask yourself why you hide within it:
What are you trying to get away from?