Addiction

Addiction
There is darkness where his brain should be.
There is nothing where thoughts are created.
There is nothing for his eyes to see.
Nothing left to do, but be sedated.
One upon a time, creativity was within him.
Now he is just a body, soulless and unseen.
He once saw brightness, but now the world is dim.
He once knew happiness, now life and death, he sits in-between.
Time will pass, and he will be gone.
Never to see the world again.
He has been dead for far too long.
Through his brain, poison he will continue to send.