Consumption

We've been losing him for some time now

He wastes away bit by bit

We try to reach him, to save him

But he won't have any of it

I know in his heart he tries

I know this isn't what he wants

But every time he breaks away

He's lured back in by the taunts

His body is flooded by needing

His mind by one constant thought

His soul isn't his, it's been stolen away

In the web of addiction he's caught

Until that one final hour

When his body can no longer fight

The poison goes in and it won't come out

His soul has been freed in the night

The torment of the mind has ended

The abuse of the body has ceased

And now this lost and wandering soul

Can finally rest in peace