His eyes are tired with circles of black,
his skin a pathetic tone of neither colour nor blood,
the once lovely lips are no longer red,
they are chapped and lifeless, stained with nicotine and smack.
Recurrent dehydration and foul mouth,
Gruesomely pale skin with no trace of youth.
Meth and cocaine have crippled his bones
Alas! this man has been a victim for aeons.
A 30-something man of huge fortune,
all wasted on this unfortunate misfortune:
severe intake of Opioids, Cannabinoids, Coca-alkaloids
and substantial misuse of anabolic steroids.
He too had desires and dreams,
a whole life ahead to savour many more sunbeams,
but drugs and drinks have taken him hostage.
He exclaims,
"Oh! sweet prison, I wish not to bring down your walls,
I wish not to break this blissful bondage"
And thus clings he, onto his downfall.
Doctors said he'd signed his death warrant long ago
when drugs overpowered his will to say NO.
He jumped out of windows of de-addiction centres
and ran back to his unrestrained tormentors.
Un-sober, unaware and paying heed to none:
not others, not his rotting body, not his dying soul,
he consumed mighty doses without no control
until one day, his whole world spun.
He was knocked out of his wit
(what was left of it)
and lost his mind.
He spiralled downward into a bottomless pit
of darkness and pain, the excruciating kind.
Then came the dreadful hallucinations
followed by bouts of concussions.
The man was slowly drifting away
he lay on his deathbed, wholly astray.
His blood reeked of his every drug one could name,
and there was none but himself to blame.
Frantically twisting and turning,
cold as a ghost yet burning,
he died an agonising death inside a small cubicle of the intensive care ward.
All because he gave up saying NO.
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