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"My Addictions

A Poem of Horrifying Mystique"

"My Addictions

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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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Wilford Barker

Addictions are a iron fist that refuses to let go of its victims.
β€˜Only by the Grace of God, that some escapes.
Another super write.
thanks for sharing.

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