Vices

Our vices 

Maybe poison

But to us

Our only savior

And catalyst

An emotional catalyst

To get the pain

Misery

Agony

Torture

Out our system

Sadly

Only in

The fastest

Most painful

Most miserable

Most agonising

Most torturous

Way possible

But what 

A beautiful paradox

And 

A hopeless irony

That

The only way 

To fight

This poison

Is to feed it 

More

And more

And

More.
I’ve been reading Anthony Kiedis’ autobiography, Scar Tissue, recently. I guess the book inspired this piece, because pretty much half of what I’ve read thus far has been about his drug experiences. It’s really gotten me thinking even more, about how people use drugs to ease their pain, only to end up adding to the nightmare. But this doesn’t make them bad people. We’re all sick and tired of our inner battles, and we all need a refuge. Maybe drugs are simply the only muse they have.

On another note, to anyone who’s addicted and wants out, I just want to say you’re not alone in this fight. I don’t consume drugs, but I too face my own demons and I don’t know how to ease my pain. Whoever you are, I love you, and I’m with you. You’re gonna crawl your way out of the war, no doubt battered, torn, shredded, but you will win. Once again, 

I love you,

And I’m with you.

-k

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