A Demon and a Flicker of Light - An AI produced addiction poem
In the shadows, where darkness thrives, Lurks a demon with deceptive eyes. Addiction, the devil, sly and sly, Whispering temptations, weaving its lies. With serpent’s tongue, it preys on the weak, Entrapping souls, it’s the devil’s technique. In the guise of pleasure, it takes its hold, Binding hearts and minds in chains of cold. Addiction, the devil, a master of disguise, Feeding on pain, tormenting with its cries. It thrives on despair, on shattered dreams, Sowing destruction, tearing at life’s seams. Its grip is relentless, a vice-like embrace, Draining hope, leaving sorrow in its trace. It fuels the fire of desperation’s flame, Convincing victims they’re forever to blame. Oh, addiction, the devil, cunning and sly, Stealing innocence, as time goes by. It preys on the lost, the vulnerable and weak, Leaving trails of brokenness, unbearably bleak. But amidst the darkness, a flicker of light, A glimmer of hope, a chance to ignite. For within the battle, the struggle and pain, Resides