Harder to quit every time of use;
Lessening capability to refuse;
Ugly temptation with promises of multifaceted ecstasy,
only to break into contemplation of agonizing pain...
The fingers know the movements without thinking;
The warning light only appears too late,
'This vessel is under siege!'
Spoken after the hull is breached...
Descending into despair;
Downcast into dreadful guilt;
Surrounded by the shades of revenants;
Submerged in the abyssal pool of filth;
Send down Lazarus to quench my burning thirst!
[16:48|08.12.011] ©c.thomas.carter
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