A Purchased Soul

A poem about when I was in active addiction. I currently am at a recovery center for treatment.

I didn't care who I lied to

Or who I cheated

I would manipulate anyone

To get what I wanted

What I thought I needed

The resin that lines my lungs

Is made up of my dreams

And the blood in these veins

Could furnish a home

I spent my money --

Or their money --

Without a care

To wash my feelings away

To numb my brain

And the people I hurt

Never seemed to matter

Or at least not enough

To ever make me stop

My addiction held me firm

Its grip on me absolute 

Encompassing every fiber of my being

The drugs had purchased my soul 

And I just stood by

And allowed it to consume me

Burning through my veins

And eating up my brain