addiction

addiction is everywhere in every pore of the atmosphere and infiltrates the human skin
like yeast on dough for bread to grow, it breeds in lungs, infects the heart, loves the dark yet it glows seen by every eye except at times, it blinds the one infected,

from greed to lust, to hell or bust, it can fully take you
from games we play to live our day, to eat its breed addiction
it kills all other needs except the one it holds
could be by your crotch, 
could be by the thrill of pills
could be most anything to anyone
won't let go 'til it sucks each drop, your blood and guts, your soul consumes, 
denial spits its spit of subterfuge, lies on you from Belial's tongue

love/hate addict hiding in the attic, living in full view,
on the streets, behind closed doors, 
steals your time, your brain
full throttle in the bottle, in your guts, in your pants and underwear
never satisfies wants more and more, burns like radiation 
sickness of the eye and brain, maybe genitalia
makes you lose your will, impossible to satisfy its cravings,
makes you hard, cold heart of stone, brittle like the glass
leaves you high and dry, your nerves tingle, brings no fix 
to your desperation's try, raging animal within,
hiding from the light and right
forsake your wife your kids, beliefs that gave you wit
sacrifice your own precious soul instead, for a poison dart
fed by your heart, right from the start is how it got back in

dereliction of duty to self and life for those that love you back
the thing that sucks your blood, it's crud,
destroys your clear eyed mind, you walk in haze,
fully dazed by belial's charming view

at times you see beyond and past your blinded fog
sometimes you catch a glimpse of him, horns and all 
dragon breath comes through the veil between you and him
sulfur smell, maggot worms coming out his ears, 
feeds off your soul's addiction, he laughs 
pulls the veil black, back over his bony head to disappear 
leaves you standing stripped and casts another spell 
drags you down to hell.

you sacrifice love of life for its sticky vice, you die a hundred deaths
you see your family disappear, your every breath sucked in your chest,
serves to keep the thing alive though it kills you day by day, 
clouds your mind, makes you into a zombie slave
pushed around by every whim, like a coward makes you feel, 
unless perchance a saving messenger gives you a glance, 
by grace instilled, your hunger filled by one who understands

if you let,
freedom waits with the truth, 
kills the lie spawned by addiction's leech
replaces your empty hunger's need with love
love not for lust or world gain, 
not for pleasure at every cost,
but Love

for Love is a Person who spilled his blood for you
give you a cure, he'll let a bit of pain at times, at times a lot,
much more than you can bear sometimes
will lead to death of self, your flesh addiction's death, 
your life spared though you die, you'll see 
your final light as it turns from dim to black 
will become blazing bright by the Shepard 
He will bathe you clean and pure 
for if you want love of Him, it's promised sure for you, 
in his arms, free of vice, is everlasting life