Satan's Crystal

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's about an addicts struggle with controlling their substance abuse.

Submitted: April 12, 2012

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Submitted: April 12, 2012

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Satan's Crystal
 
All I wanted was for things to be more interesting,
What I got was a life full of agony. 
I silently slipped next to crystal on the bed.
She shown as white as summertime clouds,
bare, raw and dangerous as beauty comes,
but what formed her was chemicals,
artificial happiness mixed together with fear. 
 
Like a carton of smokes,
each filled to the brim with nicotine and finished with endless
despair. 
Tobacco pulled from the grounds of hell,
pulled by the narled, cryptic hand
of Satan himself.
 
Transferred to the land of green, by his messengers;
Demons, in disguise. 
Bringing down; the strong, the weak
and those who fight,
just to stay alive.
 
So there she lays,
in forms of three,
straight as the razor's edge.
She mocks me- taunts me.
Right in my face. There-
on top of my bed.
And in return- I take it
Silent and self-loathing,
as I bend down to meet her,
straw, in hand. 
 
Her teeth bite into the tender cartilage of my nose
and acid rises- bitterly to the inside of my throat.
The straw rises up- as a regretful tear rolls down. 
 
Even though one was enough,
I find the straw finds its place on the mirror below.
The thought of 'no.'
crosses my brainwashed mind,
but her lies wash the possibility away.
She whispers deep within, things that I already knew.
That this beautifully despicable creature,
manufactured by the devil,
has now taken over my brain, my heart and even my soul.  


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