"My Addictions
A Poem of Horrifying Mystique"

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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Comments
Addictions are a iron fist that refuses to let go of its victims.
βOnly by the Grace of God, that some escapes.
Another super write.
thanks for sharing.
The pleasure is mine π€π