In a world of endless craving, I was lost in a sea of need,
A slave to every desire, my life a never-ending deed.
I chased each high and low, my heart and soul on fire,
But in the end, it was my departure that I could not desire.

Everything I met, I had to have, my mind aflame,
A hunger that could never be tamed, a craving that would never be aimed.
I devoured each moment, my thoughts consumed by the chase,
But in the end, it was my own life that I could not embrace.

I sold my soul for temporary thrills, my heart a heavy load,
My mind was a maze of confusion, my life a path I could not hold.
I danced with every vice, my steps a stumble and a fall,
But in the end, it was me that I could not recall.

The highs were fleeting, the lows a never-ending plight,
My life was a constant battle, a war I could not fight.
I lost myself in the haze, my future uncertain and grey,
But in the end, it was my addiction that made me say:

"I'm better off dead, my life a wreck, my soul was miserable,
My heart a heavy burden, my mind a constant scorn."
© Keegan.Mosby1