Siren
It pulled me in like a siren
It crashed into me like head on collision
on the highway of life
I was hooked
It became my forbidden fruit
The apple I wanted so badly
But knew I shouldn’t have
I indulged in it
I let it steal my sleep
My thoughts always turned back to it
Throwing itself on to me
I was willing to give up paradise for it
The poisonous juices were consumed so much
I knew I had to stop
But it was like a leech
Sucking the life out of me, draining all of my time and energy
Dr. Jekyll became my name
And Mr. Hyde was who I wanted to destroy
Every distraction brought it back to my attention
When I sobered a fire burned in me so
I wanted to destroy myself because I couldn’t let it go
I wanted it
But I knew it was wrong
It was my royalty
And I was the peasants who revolted
It countered me with shame and guilt
‘Who would ever look at you the same?’
I retreated from the battlefield
I have to defeat it
But what ammunition do I have
Where can I turn when I know the world will look down on me?
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