Invisible

I'm a phene, an addict who can't get enough
I wrote a poem about drugs being the shadow man's portal
to suck out your being.

I deleted it realising what a hypocrite I am
I can't go a day without a glass of whisky in hand
benzos to add to the cocktail a little hash to make my head spin.

My pain is from within and without
I can't cope with life unless I have my dope
all to make the shadow man invisible.

I see him creeping under my door
claw like fingers reaching into my soul
with my drugs I hope out gun him.

Is he me?
Are the demented thoughts I have my being?

My deviant sexual thoughts torment me
by the light of day
I can't cum unless I imagine it down and dirty.

Is there any hope for me?

As I pour another drink, pop another pill, smoke my hash
my shadow thoughts are now invisible
just a puff of smoke.

There for an instant then gone
for now i'm high and I just don't care.