Addiction: A Slow, Consuming Death

I give and I give But you just take Why must you live When I am astray? Distort, and drift We don’t relate You're not a profit And I'm not your fate I’m not abusive I’m not a fake You’re just as inflictive As the pills you take You're as addictive As love and hate You're also repulsive You'd corrupt the great And when corrupted The good is abused Innocence shapes Into a shape that is you Curse the addiction For he swallows us all And if you listen, You might hear him call My name now He deeply breathes He tilts his brow And out from his sheath, He pulls the blade now, Towering over me Stabs it in, pulls it out And watches me bleed