Take this as you may, it may evolve into poetry.

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The high, all you need, in your mind, but you're different. You're completely different than every other drug user, until the comedown. You can speak nice words, but they crash so low. How could I ever, live.. Feeling so bad...

Goodbye, everyone. Goodbye, sanity. Goodbye, blood, tears, body hold strong for I'm about to ignore you again. Lost in the recesses of your mind, ignorance is bliss until ignorance is your addiction.

The voice, deep inside you, you know it's yours but it speaks to you from a higher light. Shows you the forked road. You stumble off the path after taking the wrong road, seems it crumbled down in a mountain slide unexpected as you walked...

The hollow core, it fills once again, eases the pain you can't live without. Where are you without the pain? Is the pleasure always on your mind? Maybe not, you've learned a bit... You've learned the pain will come, but still you lay in rest, resting your control for a while to destroy yourself again...

Lying in the spot you fell upon for days, the supply of joy runs dry as you chase every trickle that fell with you, to the edge of a cliff, the smallest speck of what you crave, being played around with by the wind catches your eye amazingly.

Screams escape the cliff's bellows, you grab the speck, hastily consuming it.. Another pleasurable day, another painful day procedes it...

The sceams fill your dreams, apparitions of the fallen ones before you fill you with a sense of dread. "Could I have ended up there, hath I fallen carelessly?" are heard in a deep speculation, marked with a curious tone of insight..

The devils face is seen, smirking as he looks you in the eyes, countless faces lie in torment in the reflection of the eyes who seem to delve right through your very soul with one mere glance.

"Shall you wish to join me, young one? Your precious soul is an easy trade for life engulfed in highs you chase.. You'll be lost inside imagination, dreams, a state you cannot realise, getting high for time unmeasured..." he says, "You must only trade your soul... Nothing more.. Jump." he speaks in a whisper, the devils call that summons those with troubled thoughts, hearts impure, future just within their reach but never truly sought..

Jolting from the sleeping state, your voice of reason is heard again. "Climb, climb away from here. What you seek is not with deception, and illusions that allow you happiness. That is not true happiness, happiness must be attained through sacrifice, and pain that only goes away when brought to light.." you find solace in these words, seeing a speck of what you crave float into the chamber of dark temptations.

You turn your head, and begin to climb.. Never stopping.. As luck or something else would have it, you make the top.. And take the path you learned to take, feeling pain for the souls that sold themselves away, but realising it's inevitable for some to fall, and taking pride in the fact you could learn and, and learn to bring honor to their sacrifice by following the lesson's their ill sought path has brought upon them.

~*~ It brings a feeling, no drug can maintain.... ~*~
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Thoughts: I dunno, I wrote this to express some of what I've learned by growing up and getting over drug addiction, and becoming a better person metaphorically.