There are the needles, the coccaine, the heroine, the marijuana. There's a voice in my mind that says; "David don't take it! You don't need it! David don't take it!" My soul is being torn apart by two worlds. In my there are two different worlds; the earth and the world. Today, I have to choose only one of my friends to live, to survive to prove my victory. It doesn't matter who I choose. I win, no matter what happens. There's the alcohol, there's the candy, there's the coccaine, there's the heroine, there's the marijuana. O lord my heart yearns for the harmonic kiss of nicotine when I inhale those cigarrettes fumes. Is this psychologist trying to taunt me with these massive temptations or what.
I'm sick and tired of this life. I have everything I want, but I don't know what pleasure is. What is pleasure. I'm a cartoon maker. Drawing things that aren't real, making things that only exist in another world, the mind. That's where no one sees me, I become invisible to the world. No one understands me. Me? I am soooo lusting for fantasy. I want to get out of this reality! Never to come back. Alcohol does it for a few hours. One bottle. Maybe two bottles. Ok maybe seven bottle of Smirnoff and Guiness outta do the trick! My heart is burning. I'm sweating, my spirit dying inside. BUT I CAN'T DO IT! Screams the voice inside, a heavenly soft voice, watching my every foul move.
Me? I'm in love with the dizziness, the drowsiness, the floating conscience, the wobbly stances. O God I LOVE THIS. BUT I CAN'T DO IT! My hands are wrinkling, I've got to fold them like an origamy model. I DON'T NEED THIS ANYMORE! BUT I SOOO WANT IT!
Just look at what these chemical friends of mine have don't to my liver, it's all spongy now. I REFUSE TO DIE!
God help me. I don't want to get mad, turn into a monster before I die. Okay I'm on my knees. I'm talking to you, show me the light show me the way.
By Kakraba Afful
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