Addiction
Snatch your pills from the dresser drawer.
Should it worry me?
I’m not ready for and intervention, that’s the core,
But I don’t see.
Addiction takes action, dulls your eyes.
Evolutions of events, run away, come back.
A contemplation of sighs
blurs the pattern of the facts.
Slur your speech; tonight this isn’t your home.
This is my confession to my devastation,
Most days I can tell you wish you’d never been born.
I’m only preying for your call of reinvention.
Pretend it’s not a crime
for me to beg for your time.
Should it worry me?
I’m not ready for and intervention, that’s the core,
But I don’t see.
Addiction takes action, dulls your eyes.
Evolutions of events, run away, come back.
A contemplation of sighs
blurs the pattern of the facts.
Slur your speech; tonight this isn’t your home.
This is my confession to my devastation,
Most days I can tell you wish you’d never been born.
I’m only preying for your call of reinvention.
Pretend it’s not a crime
for me to beg for your time.