Been long since I felt peace of mind
A ceaseless struggle is all I find
Too much temptation everywhere I see
What does this world want from me?
Dreams, goals, any potential I had,
Now lost in a crevasse, no longer manned
All that's left are tracks from a train decommissioned
Where the soul was drained with each puncture easing the tension
I knocked on the door of agony and fire
To become strung-out; getting higher and tired
It's not just the drug that has me in chains
The needle and ritual are all to blame
My chariot awaits for the devil has come
To take me away, for my angel is gone
My last burnt bridge that can't be undone
In hell I remain, away from God's Son.
End. After a harrowing, ten-year addiction to heroin, I’ve been clean for over four years now. Please, no praise is wanted, it was a life I had unwittingly chosen for myself. Somehow I made it back, but some loved ones weren’t so fortunate.