Good, but mostly just evil.

First step in the right track,
vocalizing internal issues.
Let people say they wish you,
the best of luck on your path to quitting usage.
Abusing and misusing drugs, for self amusement.

Lingering, confused.
Staring at the view,
through intoxicated lenses.
Time for another cleanse and repent.
My prayers have been sent.
Expunge demented resentment.
Unlock, a content, sentient being from contempt.

Free again, its me again.
But I miss my friend.
Appeared in my mirror,
then in my dreams again.
A true fiend,
awakening an addict that's half asleep.
Creep outside for a fix.
Make that six, I'm about to trip.
So close to the edge, no less.

Because life's a test.
Give in to greed,
find internal poverty.
Give into dreams,
find parental hypocrisy.
My thoughts, are a democracy.
Angels and demons clashing
out thoughts in my head.
I've asked them not to talk to me.