A World of Addicts

I am dying so slowly as the day turns night
Different to my perishing heart tonight
With each toxic breath, Mister Grim grins with me
Knowing my pain is not all that brings us closer
Nothing makes it better, even closure
So I sit here puffing away my pain

So often I am asked, "Why do I poison myself?"
I say, "Why should I change myself?"
I believe everyone is addicted
To something that takes the pain away"
Knowing that I will be dying one day
The thought brings me joy and depression

Flicking the lighter lid open and closed
The past twelve years stuck in survival mode
Born to an addict and a fighter
Fighter father never gave up one bit
Separated, he always helped me

So I guess to answer the question now
Tobacco makes me feel better somehow
About how I cannot save who I am
From the monster clawing deep down inside
Hoping before then I will have died
With an empty pack I return to bed

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

We are all addicts to something or another, you are certainly right about that! I feel people become addicted to something simply because they are missing an important part of them that would easily make them whole if it were available to them. Addiction is able to take anyone down without a problem, it's the act of crawling out of it that's the toughest part. We love the addiction, yet don't want to die too quick or early. We don't want the pain to return, yet we don't want to face it...

[radio raven]

Reading this I imagined a sin city comic book type character, old and grizzled and has lead a colourful life that was grim and suspenseful.