"My Addictions

A boy, with demons, he does fight,

In the shadows, he finds his light.

His addictions, they call his name,

A haunting voice, in a sinister game.

He tries to resist, but it's no use,

A pull so strong, he can't diffuse.

A force that's darker, than the night,

And leaves him trapped, in a world of fright.

The boy, he falls, and can't get up,

His soul consumed, in a darkened cup.

His addictions, they rule his mind,

A haunting force, that's always blind.

And yet, he can't escape their hold,

A grip so tight, it can't be told.

His addictions, a mystery grand,

A horrifying mystique, that's hard to understand.

So let us pray, for the boy's release,

And help him break, this haunting peace.

For in his mind, there's a light so bright,

That can conquer the shadows, of this horrid night.