The nights always rolling in

I can feel it

Even in the morning

I can drown myself in gin

And bathe myself in sin

But there’s nothing I can do,

To ignore it.


Wherever I choose to go

It’s always there

Watching over my back

It’s no fun being this low

My mother told me so

But there’s nothing I can do,

Life is not fair


I have tired to embrace it

But I cannot

Sometimes I will vomit

The pieces just do not fit

Addiction took my life

But there’s nothing I can do,

As my veins rot.


About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at:
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5 Responses to Rot

  1. wbdeejay says:

    very touching and powerful words.


  2. jsmalls1974 says:

    Addiction I allowed to take my life and swallow over have of it. Since I was 15.


  3. Reblogged this on The Recovery of a Mad Woman and commented:
    This is a poingant reminder of my own.addiction issues. I discovered that my lowest ocean bottom moments all occurred while i was high or right afterwards. Id love for you to read some. This poem will haunt me. Brsvo.


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