Addiction Hell

addiction...

How deep and dark these dungeons go
Where light does not exist
Shallow graves line the path
All is lost with in its mist
The souls with in the dungeon cry
To the beast they beg the end be quick
Save not one to their rest
As their bones the wild hounds do pick
So feel your way along cold walls
And fear there is no escape for you
lost in side this dungeons halls
As just ahead the bottle calls

R.M.S.