Poem: The Addicts

Carmen might not be coming back.
Her evil twin remains.
Full of piss, bullshit, and vinegar,
in the body of my Love.
Spewing filth from every orifice.
What happened to the woman I love?

She's still in there.

Locked and silently screaming for escape
from her Lake-Prison of Bile.
Freedom from the Addict who confines her.
The Addict with no respect for me,
The Addict who lies,
The Addict who hides,
The Addict who whores others for drugs;
because She can.
The Addict I will not let step on me
any more.

If my Lover breaks free,
I'll welcome her home,
but take more Abuse from her twin,
I will not.
I value myself again.
I Love myself, again.
Traded places with my Addict,
keeping him locked up deep inside
(He still gets out sometimes, in truth).
Though he will never die,
I pray to Light,
he'll never control me again.

That goes for her Addict, too,
and every other Addict on Earth.
Because We all act the same.
For all we know,
they could all be the Same:
One giant octopus Addict,
working through us all.
Who knows?

I know this, though, now.
Love is a happier Life
than slavery.
I hope one day she'll join me.