Deaths Door

Deaths Door

The chaotic vortex of death is always near.  Searching for his next soul, all addicts should live in fear. 
 With the rotting flesh that hangs from his teeth, death whispers in a junkies ear push the plunger deep.  Continue to poison this vessel for me,  for you are the ones the devil wants me to reap. You've shut out the light to live in the shade,  and now the devil wants to get paid. 
 You've proven to him that you cannot get well, you've continued to stumble until you completely fell.  You've hit your rock bottom gloriously, now it's time to hand your soul over to me!
 But what is this the reaper shrieks?  Why are you on your knees? Clasping your hands together death hears you plead.      Please God with all of your will,  give your hand to me so I can get well. Please give me guidance, I have a destiny to fulfill. With your help I know I can and will get well. Put me where I need to be,  back in the light, sober and clean.  I will be a voice for you,  so other addicts can get sober aswell.   
 Just spare deaths touch and you will see   me fulfill the destiny you had planned for me.  I know I stumbled and even fell,  but the devil is no match for your will. 
 My past does not dictate my future for me,  or the positive strides I will make in sobriety. 
 Thank you God for this chance to live sober and clean and with your guidance I find serenity. 

     Ryan Hibbard