Through the corridors of despair
and memories fraught with pain,
Comes the soothing touch of oblivion
as the needle enters the vein.
Gone is all of pain and sorrow
and so is all affliction,
But silent in its wake, comes
the unquenchable thirst of addiction
And the quest for the eternal drink
that would forever quench this thirst
Only fuels the raging desire
for a hunger that can't be nursed.
Till in the end it does not matter
whether it's a want or need
'Cause life seeks oblivion itself
yet oblivion is elusive indeed.
~ Anwaar Hassan ~
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