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The Eternal Sacrafie of Addicts
Sun dancing across my eyes awakes me from a restless slumber.
Oh joy!
Another morning and I'm alive.
With hesitation and frustration
I drive myself through daily ritual.
The new day has just begun...
yet, already I've begun to shiver.
I push lust away from concentration
And with no ease I mend my station.
Another day suffering thanks to californiacation.
Inevitabley, of course,
I observe my hands as they tremble.
The nerves in my stomach aren't all thats nervous.
Pathetic- thats the word!
I would die of embarassment if you knew-
knew my thoughts, my cravings.
I can practically feel my muscles loosen
at the thought of a drink set at my lips.
... Just a few sips.
Thats all it takes, then a few more.
No, two more. OK, four.
Oh- wait, the bottles empty?
Whats this? More shakes?
I almost laugh to find myself suprised.
The joke is clearly on me.
And, yes. I do laugh... uncontrollably at times.
Well... Time for bed.
Another day survived!
I feel fine now...
I look fine.
I AM NOT FINE.
Sun dancing across my eyes awakes me from a restless slumber.
Oh joy!
Another day and I'm still alive.