I suppose I could compose,
Some words for those,
Under spells locked in a trance,
Argue to the extreme but no chance,
Take a listen to the addiction,
An affliction poisons the whole,
Spoiled inside left black coal,
Sold the soul for one last dance,
Slave to self indulgence,
Romance of the brain sometimes insane,
Lose what you gain in a moment no pain,
How mundane it seemed yet now all I dream
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