The Beast

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addiction is a beast from within, at least it was for me. I know it's always lurking just beneath the surface. This is for all my fellow addicts out there. STAY STRONG N SAFE LOVE YOU ALL!!

The Beast

When I'm all alone,
that's when the beast arise,
I know that he's there with me,
though I can't see him with my eyes.

He arise from deep inside me,
like bile in my throat.
Pressing me to make a score,
I'm reaching for my coat.

When I reach the spot,
where the Devil stands his ground,
I give him all I've got,
but I don't hang around.

He always knows I'm coming.
I can't stay away for long.
I know that I should stop all this,
but I know I'm not that strong.

I'm aware that drugs are killing me.
I'm aware that it's just wrong.
I don't know what they expect from me,
don't they know I'm not that strong.

When I'm all alone
that's when the beast arise.
I know that he's there with me,
though I can't see him with my eyes.

I'm getting closer to the end,
I've lost so many friends.
In the morning I'll be sick again,
feel like I've got the bends.

I've just got to get off this ride.
I know it's all my fault.
There is nowhere that I can hide,
I know that I'll be caught.

The cops have been close on my trail.
They're watching my back door.
I won't have the bread to make my bail.
I just don't care anymore.

When I'm all alone,
that's when the beast arise.
I know that he's here with me,
though I can't see him with my eyes.

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FranzJ commented on The Beast

07-12-2010

a chilling storyof your addiction - thanks for sharing and keep writing - maybe it will help you stay clean

Rhymer commented on The Beast

06-29-2010

A junkies lament. Well done, able to see the world throught the addicts eyes. People who have forgotten what normal feels like.

rjmichael

06/29/2010

Thanks for the read n comment, you r right, I had forgotten what normal felt like. I am grateful for my sobriety and am living the N.A. n A.A. promises God bless n thanks for the feed back!

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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