I am an Addict

I am an addict.

But, I've always thought

Of being sober.

I'm aware of what the doses

Do to me. They put this image

in my mind, of a throne.

On this throne, I sit.

And when I'm sitting, everyone

Is unworthy, unworthy

of being better.

Taking the drug, morphs the world I see.

The strength of the world,

Is small,

Compared to me.

The value of all the people

Is less,

Than what I

Must be worth.

In the world,

Apart from me,

There is no beauty.

The symptoms are few,

But it cripples my tongue,

From uttering words,

That could help,

Make anyone be any better.

Because, I'm on my throne.

And, I like my throne. So,

why would I want

To give up my drug.