The Mind of an AddictA Poem by Andrew N. FarrensA poem I wrote that is about the loss of life due to addiction..... Song version: http://youtu.be/Y2xjMKXOCf0The Mind of an Addict Andrew N. Farrens
The Mind of an
Addict It’s Much More
than just a Habit It’s a Way of
Living And to the Next
Addict You are always
Giving, Grief and Pain But It keeps you Relieved and
Sane It’s just that
Simple and Plain The Mind of an
Addict It’s Much More
than just a Habit It’s a Way of
Living And to the Next
Addict You are always
Giving, Grief and Pain But It keeps you
Relieved and Sane How else is an
Addict supposed to Maintain If They can
Never Find a Way to Complain
I was Created by the Destruction of the World!! As I draw breathe inside, I
Die, A little more until the very notion of Life is a Lie
And because of this People
Hurt and Destroy Thus, creates the very need for me to get High I know my habits aren’t
Healthy But Intoxication is the only Thing that I believe
can Help Me My latest Prediction of this Cursed Affliction Is that if I
stay on course, In a couple of years, I’ll be in a State of Full
Blown Addiction I’m Scared Every Night
as Time runs out Marked by the Clock steadily tickin’ Climbing
in my Skin with Weird Spots on Body itchin’ And I’m Hungry but I spent my Last Dollars on a High So there’s never Food in the Kitchen That’s
the Force of My Addiction Causing my Decay and a Case of Malnutrition I Search the
Earth in hopes of Absolution But I can’t do battle without Self Motivation
Ammunition A
Prayer to Lucifer Himself doesn’t even Help Cause
even He won’t Listen One Night, when I was
Sick and Mad One Night, when I was
Ripped and Sad I made a Plea for the Devil to come and take My Soul He appeared
before me and with a mocking grin, He
said No His Explanation was delivered with little Hesitation
Life Hurts more than an Eternity of Soulless
Inflammation I
said, I’d rather be Damned
than Suffer through Salvation And it was here, He
Stops and Interrupts Me What He said Dug Down Deep Inside and It Cut Me He had reason for not
wanting My Soul My Punishment was to see what I could have always
Controlled And That Was My Life........
The Mind of an
Addict It’s Much More
than just a Habit It’s a Way of
Living And to the Next
Addict You are always
Giving, Grief and Pain But It keeps you Relieved and
Sane It’s just that
Simple and Plain The Mind of an
Addict It’s Much More than
just a Habit It’s a Way of
Living And to the Next
Addict You are always
Giving, Grief and Pain But It keeps you
Relieved and Sane How else is an
Addict supposed to Maintain If They can
Never Find a Way to Complain
I wish for the Moon
Light as
I sit and I Write Why do these Words come out at Night? Try
as I Might, I Hate My Life Keeping My Enemies in
Sight Knowing No Difference between Wrong and Right I’m in the 12th Round of a Lost Fight and I’m still
High as a Kite My
Main Focus in Life is to Stay High Don’t Bother Asking Me
Why Except
maybe it’s the Easiest Way to Die It’s a Reoccurring Theme, it seems, When I’m Trapped within these Things And
Everybody Screams Yesterday I awoke in Cold Sweat from Dreams I want to Forget but for Her Memory,
that’d be Disrespect So
I calm myself with a Cigarette Inhale Clean Nicotine
and I’m fine I’ve been Sick and Tired for a Time But I’m Sick and Tired of Meaningless Rhyme It’s all a Tedious Whine Look in the Mirror, Man, and See what You Find I don’t Need to Look in
My Eyes I don’t Need to Recognize the Disguise My
Mind Uses to Hide the Lies I tell Myself Everyday that this is what Works When most of your Friends happen to be Jerks And
I’m an Atheist so there’s No
Point in going to Church So I guess I should
find Help somewhere else Now would some-one tell Myself to Shut The F**k Up And
please go back to hell Maybe kick back and
smoke crack With my cousin Jason
Mitchell** The Mind of an
Addict It’s Much More than
just a Habit It’s a Way of
Living And to the Next
Addict You are always
Giving, Grief and Pain But It keeps you Relieved and
Sane It’s just that
Simple and Plain The Mind of an
Addict It’s Much More
than just a Habit It’s a Way of
Living And to the Next
Addict You are always
Giving, Grief and Pain But It keeps you
Relieved and Sane How else is an
Addict supposed to Maintain If They can
Never Find a Way to Complain
The Mind of an
Addict Andrew N. Farrens Stockton, California 2003
**My
cousin Jason Mitchell died of crack overdose in 2003 and the first verse and
the chorus I wrote a week before his death. It’s weird because I wrote it about
him and the second verse is about myself.
This poem/song is dedicated to both my dead father, Laurence R. Farrens,
who also died of an overdose of prescription drugs and my cousin, Jason Mitchell
A.K.A. SHADOW.S.S.S.X.I.V. © 2013 Andrew N. FarrensFeatured Review
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