The drugs love me

Rather than
fixing me,
it became my
fix.

Big pharma
advocates it's
greater good,
but if you read
between the lines,
it spells 666.

They made a
deal with the
devil, and when
I take a bite
of that forbidden
apple, I ascend
to another
level.

Little do I
know, I'm just
wasting my salary
on trying to escape
this reality.

It's been six
months and I'm
seeing clearly.

I took a leap
of faith, and
feel much
bolder, now that
I am finally
sober.

But this war
is far from over.

For I will never
truly be set free.

I hate the drugs,
but they sure love
me.