The power that one wields
however little it may be
is more than enough to corrupt,
to ruin, and set the inner evil free.
It burrows deep
into the skin beneath.
Darkens the heart
blackens the brain.
The thirst grows,
the hungry howls.
The will to live fades,
the controls burns out.
The only thing that remains in sight,
is to gain some more, a little more might.
All the world falls short
and he is nothing but a shell
a layer, shed-skin of his previous self
frustrated, addicted, and worn out.
The years of his perceived glory
vanish, disappear in a haze gory,
a true paradise lost,
a fall from grace.
Forced to live out the rest of his days,
regretting his actions, grieving his fate,
and only wishes for a second chance
just so he could begin again, wipe the slate.
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