You gave up your tongue, your teeth and yet it still asked for more. The insidious little creature had wormed its way too deeply into your life for you to cut it off like you'd originally planned. It would be like cutting off a limb and you weren't so far gone as to consider that... for now.
It asked for little things at first - a sip of water, a lock of hair, fingernail clippings etcetera etcetera until you found yourself spitting blood into a sink while it admired three of your molars. Back then you only wished you could have given it more, could have held off the pain for just one more tooth.
Now you try to find ways to trick it using meat from a freshly killed piglet you brought that morning. You even let it help you hold the poor creature down so it could feel the life draining away and hold it close until the squealing stopped. Even that wasn't enough.
That night it asked for your tongue and you quickly obliged. That night it offered you a powder that would ease your pain to nothing. That night was your first taste of cocaine and ever since then you've been trying to fool it into giving you more for the "agonies" you put yourself through for it.
If you ever had a conscience, it's now as lifeless and floaty as the rest of your mind.
At this point it's all you have left.
It asked for little things at first - a sip of water, a lock of hair, fingernail clippings etcetera etcetera until you found yourself spitting blood into a sink while it admired three of your molars. Back then you only wished you could have given it more, could have held off the pain for just one more tooth.
Now you try to find ways to trick it using meat from a freshly killed piglet you brought that morning. You even let it help you hold the poor creature down so it could feel the life draining away and hold it close until the squealing stopped. Even that wasn't enough.
That night it asked for your tongue and you quickly obliged. That night it offered you a powder that would ease your pain to nothing. That night was your first taste of cocaine and ever since then you've been trying to fool it into giving you more for the "agonies" you put yourself through for it.
If you ever had a conscience, it's now as lifeless and floaty as the rest of your mind.
At this point it's all you have left.
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