CRACK ATTACK
I AM IN A ROOM FULL OF ADDICTS JUST WAITING TO BE SERVED,
ALL US ADDICTS PACING THE FLOOR IS THAT JUST ABSURD.
WHEN I TAKE THAT FIRST HIT THE RUSH IS EMMENSE, NO LOOKING BACK I FEEL NOTHING BUT TENSE.
THE MONEY FLOWED FROM MY POCKETS LIKE RAIN FROM THE SKY, JUST TO TRY CATCHING THAT INITIAL FIRST HIGH.
WHILE CRYING FROM THE INSIDE WANTING TO HEAD FOR THE DOOR, I STAY PLANTED IN MY SEAT HOPING SOMEONE WOULD DROP A CRUMB TO THE FLOOR.
THE SMOKE FLEW THROUGH THIS BODY AND INTO MY HEART, TEARING EVERY FIBER OF MEANING AND SOUL BITTERLY APART.
I PUT MY HAND ON MY CHEST, CAN FEEL THE BEAT GET FASTER, THE DEVIL THROUGH ME A BONE , HE THEN BECAME MY MASTER.
LOOKING BACK I AM SO GLAD I I COULD RECOVER, THE DEVIL CANNOT STEAL MY LIFE, HE NO LONGER CAN HOVER.
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