Mrs. Self Destruct

a poem of addiction

I am the needle in your vein.
I am the high you can't sustain.
I am the pusher. I am the whore.
I am the pain you felt before.
I am the bellet in that gun.
I am the truth from which you run.
I am the silencing machine.
I am the end of all your dreams.
I take you where you want to go.
I give you all you need to know.
I drag you down and use you up.
I am Mrs. Self Destruct.
Can you face me alone?
I didn't think so...