M's Poetry
Seed Of My Demise
*my dad and I wrote this last weekend when I visited him in rehab, warning it's very dark
this is how it must feel for most addicts*
Seed Of My Demise
Well I am battling my demons
for the ten thousandth time
I have fallen off the wagon
and crossed the line
I don't know why but I just can't resist
I like the burn on my fingertips
Well I am waking up from my selfish daze
I have hurt so many close to me
I can't explain
I love the sun just like anyone
but it seems to often I take pleasure
in just the wrong fun
even when I am well
I still feel the blaze
of the needles injected
the need for something
the want of this missing substance
I keep trying for a new chapter
but wake up again
to find Ground Hog day
one single smoke
one single drink
when I am depressed
it's my device
the techinque I use
to numb the flashbacks
oh I can see it now
always comes back
worse than I ever could imagine
breath in, shake my head no
but too late
it's happening.....
2006@ Megan Watkins & Chet Bishop
this is how it must feel for most addicts*
Seed Of My Demise
Well I am battling my demons
for the ten thousandth time
I have fallen off the wagon
and crossed the line
I don't know why but I just can't resist
I like the burn on my fingertips
Well I am waking up from my selfish daze
I have hurt so many close to me
I can't explain
I love the sun just like anyone
but it seems to often I take pleasure
in just the wrong fun
even when I am well
I still feel the blaze
of the needles injected
the need for something
the want of this missing substance
I keep trying for a new chapter
but wake up again
to find Ground Hog day
one single smoke
one single drink
when I am depressed
it's my device
the techinque I use
to numb the flashbacks
oh I can see it now
always comes back
worse than I ever could imagine
breath in, shake my head no
but too late
it's happening.....
2006@ Megan Watkins & Chet Bishop
