black webs of hellMature

this is a pome that I send out to my birth mom, who lost me to this terrible thing we have in our wourld.

Drugs...Drugs...Drugs...the words echo around my head back and forth...the words bring temptation,longing,hunger

Drugs...Drugs...Drugs...the black webs of hell that bind me to my secret oath...the oath that will keep going until the clock stops

Drugs...Drugs...Drugs...the pain of loosing,the sadness of not having it,the weight of it is pressing in all around me

Drugs...Drugs...Drugs...my salvation,my life,my soul doth delight the pain it brings to me and my family

Drugs...Drugs...Drugs...the black webs of hell

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