How to Lose A Life


In Greek mythology Medusa was a monster, a Gorgon, generally described as having the face of a hideous human female with living venomous snakes in place of hair. Gazing directly upon her would turn onlookers to stone.
Every year Thousands of people die from substance abuse. Posing as a friend a habit like this first thrills then kills. It takes everything away from you till you are left with nothing.

He tapped me on the shoulder one night at the bar
He’d been long observing me silently from far
I turned,looked at him and awkwardly paused
I knew right then I was going to be a lost cause. 
Whats your name he asked cutting through the frost
I muttered a muffled Miss Guided A’lost
He smiled a knowing smile that arrogantly claimed
Before approaching,he’d already known my name.
He took a place on the barstool right by my side
And it felt like there wasn’t a thought I could hide
That he did not already sense and know
And an odd shaky friendship began to grow.
The hours passed that night and then the next
We met over some or the other unjustified pretext
Without me knowing there were little changes made
And I did began to do things as I was bade.
One day I was faced with an impossible choice
My friends and family finally raised their voice
Told me that he would just have to go
That they couldn’t take his presence any more.
I tried to reason the best that I could
Explain the impossible position in which I stood 
My angry irreverent words just made them flinch
But none of them would budge an inch.
And so I walked insolently away from them all
I thought giving them up was a price too small
It took me years and years to just realize 
That I had chosen tragedy and not a prize.
He stayed untiringly by my side for years 
There were moments of laughter but mostly just tears
So close that there remained space for none
A friend that tolerated absolutely no one.
I withered right there before his eyes
And yet he fed me with feelings disguised
They looked like love and felt like care
But it was something else when laid out bare.
Years have passed and I remember vividly still
When he smiled and moulded me to his will
The day we seemingly serendipitously met
And I secretly first began to covet.
I walked out of the bar that fateful night
Hand in hand with a monster, not thinking right
I gave up life and paid a damnable price
For an impossibly charming man named Vice. 

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