It twists your mind into tiny knots
Now you can what once you cannot
It's great and sweet as apple pie
It's like heaven
Without having to die
But beware! It's grip is quite strong
You'll be longing for more
Long after it's gone
Most (without consent) sing it's song
Everyone loses
Yet everyone won

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A Madman's Attempt at Writing
PoetryNothing to see here. Just a guy writting down his misery. Please move along