A-Diction

A touch, a tinge, a sniff, a sting
A stench, an itch for another fling
A rush that keeps you coming back
Nowhere to hide, a sneak attack
A smell that fills the rooms you’re in
The friends that taught you how to sin
A molecule that numbs the pain
To ridicule your past again
And with the friends you danced you sang
A chain that bound you like a gang
But then the sun beamed through the door
A crash that brought you to the floor
No longer in euphoria, your mind is dull, your body sore



Barbiturates and crystal meth
A crystal ball foretold your death
By a super gal, a heroine
Or a man, a guy, a mescaline
That serves to you your fifth of gin
Your ketamine, your Ritalin


A pantheon, your gods abound
Synesthesia, you see the sound
Of another fight, another round
Another binge, another hound
Of hell that drags you through the mud
A pusher thirsty for your blood
And if he stops you push yourself
Your trips are trophies on the shelf


Not just the drugs but gambling and
Sex, and your phone and all of that
And the coke that Eric sang about
The blues, the mood drops, like the rain
Washed all your tears down memory lane
A requiem for the dreams you feign
A bended spoon, Travolta’s vain


Sobriety is just a myth
The road you’re on is a labyrinth
No need, it’s fun, you loudly state
No shame in tempering your fate
With things that make you elevate
Your state of mind, you took the bait


Forgive me father I don’t need
The virtues that your try to feed
Me, can’t you see, a hedonist
Not of your ilk, not in your creed


But in the haze you see a hope
Exit the maze put down the dope
Undo the noose untie the rope
Whence it came I cannot say
You welcome it with no delay
An apple pie a pumpkin soup
A clique of friends, a splinter group
That showed you love and gave you mirth
A dancer who’s the Mother Earth
Turned death to life and night to day