The Monster

Sometimes less is more,
And none is even better.
The hollow feeling becomes a familiar friend,
As normal as breathing air.
The stabs of lightening are harder to get used to,
But you learn to weather out the storm.
Its addicting, but so destructive.
You cannot stop… Your already too far in now.
Why would you even want to? Its beneficial… Right?
You lose track of reality,
You cant even remember why you wanted to quit…
Your brainwashed.
You cant tell right from wrong anymore.
You once felt this gave you the ultimate control,
But really your just a slave to the monster.
It always wins, so why even fight anymore?
Deep inside, you never wanted to anyway…