Friday, July 13, 20073:02 PM
Meaningful poem.I destroy homes. I tear families apart. I take your children, and that’s just the start.
I’m more costly than diamonds and more precious than gold. The sorrow is I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me, I’m easily found. I’m in the schools and all around town. I live with the rich. I live with the poor. I live down the street, and maybe next door.
I’m made in a lab, but not like you think. I can be made underneath your kitchen sink, in your child’s closet, and even the woods. If this freaks you out, it certainly should.
I have many names, but there’s one you know best. I’m sure you’ve heard of me. My name is Drugs.
My power is awesome. Try me and you’ll see. If you do, however, you may never break free.
Try me once, and I might let you go. Try me twice, and I might own your soul.
Once I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie. You’ll do what you have too, just to get high.
The crimes you commit for my narcotic charms will be worth the pleasure you feel in your nose, lungs, or arms.
You will lie to your mother and will steal from your dad. When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you’ll forget your morals and how you were raised. I’ll be your conscience. I’ll teach my ways.
I’d take kids from parents, and parents from kids. I turn people from God and separate friends.
I’ll take everything from you, your looks and your pride. I’ll be with you always - right by your side.
You’ll give up every thing - your family, your home, your friends, your money; and then you be left all alone.
I’ll take and I’ll take, ‘til you have nothing more to give. When I’m finished with you you’ll be lucky to still live.
If you try me, be warned: this is no game. If given the chance I will drive you insane.
I’ll ravish your body; I’ll control your mind; I’ll own you completely; your soul will be mine.
The nightmares and I’ll give you while lying in bed; the voices you’ll hear from inside your head;
The sweats, the shakes, and the visions you’ll see… I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart, that you are mine and we shall not part.
You’ll regret that you tried me… they always do… but you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this would happen. Many times you were told, but you challenged my power and chose to be bold.
You could have said no and just walked away. If you could live that day over, but would you say?
I’ll be your master, and you’ll be my slave. I’ll even go with you when you go to your grave.
Now that you’ve met me, what will you do? Will you try me or not? It’s all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell. Come… take my hand… let me lead you to hell.
