Bane of the Coded Sanctum
An addiction it is!
An addiction to my being.
Like the daze of the drugs;
the ruthlessness of alcohol.
It has me confined! Traumatized!
I am a slave for its mesmerising solace,
Feared by the social life, Tremors of the society,
Where is my innocence, my joy of living?
I thirst for you,
I thirst for you,
Yet willingly I give unto you.
Until my soul is stolen, left behind an empty carcass.
Am I brave enough to give away?
No! Never! I’d say,
Until the break of the new dawn,
All shall stay the same,
And my choice still vain.
Copyright © Carmael William | Year Posted 2017
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