"When An Addict Feeds
"When an addict feeds, he doesn't care about what he has to to do or who he has to hurt. Only the promise of a high. The skies once blue, darkens life becomes death, and the bottom becomes comfort. No bounds to its feeding. No mourning or anything, just a black hole sucking out the very logic of himself, till he looks in the mirror, and see a stranger. When an addict feeds, he gets lost under its influence, coarsening through his veins, like the blood that gives him life, yet death slowly sucks out the innocence, of flirtation, now it's full blown and uncontrollable. When an addict feeds, he knows no bounds, unaware of the devastation he brings, supplying the habit, as well as the dealers, of his blessings, just for a taste that only exist by word of mouth, not by flesh. The principalities mold themselves, into what entices you most. But, in the end only leave you with only sadness. Caution goes out the window, nothing seems real anymore. Just you, addicted to the illusion this is the last time, find yourself in quicksand than on stable ground. Dual personalities between an angel or demon. Then, when the high is gone, feel remorse and I should've done this, or that. But too late, the addiction has already got a nut."
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