Where the Broken Go

Addicted

You were a drug and I became addicted,

To the hatred that coursed through my veins...

Like a disease the infection spread,

Left me with cold chills and stomach pains...

You took away my life, my last breath,

Set me on a path of moral destruction...

Till I stared directly into the face of death,

Now you're staring down the barrel of that loaded gun...

Your pleading whispers as you pray,

Begging whatever god you know for mercy...

Silently hoping I'll walk away,

But you will never escape me...

The crazy hallucinations I had to see,

Empty withdrawals in the middle of the night...

You've driven me past the point of that degree,

Now take a deep breath and hold on tight...

This is, yes, this is your last ride,

Journey to the edge of your existence...

Come on in, to my house of genocide,

Leave your fear at the door, don't come in tense...

Tonight we rid the world of this drug,

Tonight I end this addiction...

A shot of tequila and a .44 caliber slug,

Tonight the demons have won.

~Copyright Amanda Wakefield 2014 

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