Addiction

Walking through fog

and running through tar

trying to reach someone

searching everywhere afar

 

someone to guide me

throught and out this addiction

someone to lend me

some sense of prediction

 

though the drug runs

through i'm sure

it is the after highs i

hate to endure

 

i know this hurt wont

last too long

cause the addiction in

me runs so strong

 

searching everywhere

in my sight

for something to take

me back to my light

 

pretending to hide

in this well known place

but you can all

see right through my face

 

living my high in

denial

secretly waiting for

the final

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[Mary]

i also like this, since you want more imagery in your work maybe describe the fog or the tar, like misty fog or sticky tar, idk do what comes natural:)