There is no light that is not stinging
There are no ears that are not ringing
How could there be? Who is immune?
Who could ignore this hateful tune?
My ears are filled, tormented, cowed
But no one else can hear; somehow
I alone am summoned forth
To work and suffer all my worth
The beckoning is tight like rope
It burns like lashes, shackles hope
Yet still I heed, for now the need
Strikes at me when I wake and sleep
Once I was tall and proud and strong
Now I lay hunched and bruised and long
There is no man who shackles me
But masters worse than men can be
Addiction, friend, consumes the soul
But will not kindly eat it whole
For when the bell rings loud and true
It makes one promise, through and through
"All troubles gone, all pains erased
Forget both trauma and disgrace"
The price is low, and simple too
Addiction takes a piece of you
Until one day, when nothing's left
You hear the bell, and feel bereft
Of all you were, and so you run
To heed the awful, ringing hum
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