(created during my dark ages)

Years gone by and no fruits abound
Tyranny of vices surround
Every new venture disgruntled
The frustration leaves me baffled

Oh how may I, oh how must I
The life I lead riddled with lies
My closest of kin they wondered
Why my views in life are scattered

Now here I sit and reminisce
About the life that now I miss
I had respect and all the best
Back then my life was full of zest

With just a jest I was a guest
At first they gave every request
All were fair and the clouds were clear
Any pressure there was, I bare

But then inside the thunder roared
Without the vice I'm simply board
It seems I can no longer live
Without the poison that they give

What's worst of all is they demand
A price for every piece on hand
With all my sources depleted
All my affairs became heated

Addiction man refers to it
Falling in a bottomless pit
The deeper a man ventures down
The more he feels from out of town

For all the friends that once abound
Will not utter a single sound
Because when they associate
The fruits would sure be of ill fate

Now I ask anyone's advice
How do I rid of such a vice
For every time I ever tried
I came back and did a slide

Now I fear the time may come
That I might loose what I call home
If that time should ever happen
Take me please oh one from heaven

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