10/24/2025
Silent Creed
In crowded rooms I sit alone, a king in chains upon my throne. The world outside fades far away as shadows stretch and colors sway.
Each prick a pact, a silent vow, to chase the high to feel it now, yet every rush a fleeting ghost, the more I crave I miss it most.
With every dose I lose my fight, a captive soul a restless night, it singswee a song of a sirens call in its embrace I rise and fall.
Here I stand with my heart in thrall, in this dance I heed the call, a masters grip I can’t escape, in this dark world I am but a shape.
K.Maynard
