Mary-Jane

Addiction... Poem...

You sit on the table so innocent;
I refuse, but you call my name.
You lure me in with your lingering scent;
I deny, but it's always the same.

I endure sensations whilst under your spell;
From contentment to a nervous tremor.
My mind expands but my focus is lost;
Therefore, I have a dilemma.

Now, reality's turned it's back on me;
Mary-Jane has taken effect.
My world's confusion and haziness;
My mind you aim to disect.

There's no exit off this road for me;
I'm at the point of no return.
You've taken away my drive and my laughter;
and my brain, like the dope, will burn.