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The Magic Dust

by CD

You need a fix to heal your selfish pain.
   Uncontrollable urge to see the world.
   You make the call to the wizard just
    before you go insane. You're asking for
   his help and pleading for a taste of the
   magic dust that you lust that takes you
   to your special place.

He's got your cure for freedom, but at an outrageous price. You offer him your soul cause there's nothing left in site. Your body starts to turn inside out. Unable to stop your hands. You know what that's all about please tell me you do understand.

Your pain is taken over,taken over by your hate. You see your life in living hell and there is no hope in site. Staring at your freedom as you pour a little out. Your eyes sparlkle with excitement and your mind is crying out.

Hit after hit, burn after burn. Trying to keep what's left and your mind begins to turn. You sit back and relax and you feel that wonderful drain. Your wizard has come through again to ease your evil pain.

Clearing your throat before trying to speak as your head spins out of control. You see the shadows creeping and your sanity takes the fall. Your heart is beating faster with every breath you take. Tell me how you got here, was it all by somemistake?

The restless beast inside grows stronger by the line. The kryptonite you thought would save you has made you loose your mind. Speeding like a mad man never once slowing down. Faster to that limit where no one else is found.

The minutes grow to hours and the hours grow to days. You're at the bottom of your barrel. Now your eyes filled with glaze. As the magic takes control of you, you hear the calling of your grave. Just one call to your master your life could just been saved.

Now the fight is over there is over there is no curtain call. As silence fills your mind your soul begins to fall. The ride keeps getting darker and your body slowly melts. A second chance is offered with a simple cry for help.

 
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