Mad, insane he
The addiction accumulated
And now his all-out war commences.
The drug proved its deadliness,
He is now a monster.
Kill, out for the kill,
Poisoned by the fine measure of life.
His mentality fucked up,
And his appearance altered gratingly,
He cannot recognize himself.
Will pleasure come to him?
Guess again, it dances
To the devil's swing.
Too much dosage
Presents evil its lead.
Choked, suffocated to fatality,
Mission accomplished, or so they say.
Higher the pendulum went,
Resulting in extreme agony,
But only as the pendulum swings.