The Blame Game

And yet another installment to the malevolent trappings of an addicted mind...

Withering in

My own demise

Slithering into

This chasm of lies

In a selfish world

So tortured and abused

Mockingly telling God

That I am not amused

You gave me feelings

Yet I do not feel

The gift of daydreaming

Has become nightmarishly real

Have given me friends

All fair weather or fake

When does this cruelty end

There are limitations to what a puppet can take

You gave me the drugs

You gave me the booze

Secrets swept under the rug

I have got nothing to lose

You gave me pain

You gave me addiction

You gave me myself

My worst affliction

You gave me indifference

You gave me confusion

Making this life itself

Seem like an illusion

You gave me sex

You have given me lust

You gave me infidelity

And the ability to trust

You gave me envy

You gave me hate

You gave me karma

Then sealed my fate

All these precious gifts

So graciously have been given

Yet my soul begs for a lift

Back to the land of the living

I dwell inside a place

Quite dismal and catatonic

With memories of demons left to face

How poetically ironic

Thank you God

For the gift that you have gave

Should I sell my soul for penance

Or forever , by addiction, be enslaved...