Addiction Theory Poem by brutal sickthermic saint

The debate about addiction never reached the verdict.
Mythology noblists battled and caught locked up in the dungeon of time.
Who brought this drug?
No medical segeon knew,
it was the secret within.
Addiction conspirancy theories gave me the third vison,
to which i can penetrate through the mind illusions.

God species with streams of tears over their cheeks.
But no one can stop puffing the drug.
Hearts smashed, shattered agaish gravity,
and blood crystals cuddling mother Earth.
I wish i never had a heart to accommodate this thug with million knifes.
LOVE SICK! ! !

Bubble of tears clerked over my eyelid,
as i was rehabilitating myself to withdraw from this drug.
Adrinaline ran laps in my blood pipes,
withdrawal symtoms.
Offcourse my heart was healing,
but my mind was boycotting positive meditational results away from me.
LOVE SICK! ! !
My heart fat,
my blood thick.

My mind telephoned my heart:
'take another spliff'
i did...i did,
and i was heart broken in a trice....