Ecstasy at Its Finest, Day 120

I was lost in the midst of my compulsive habits, but this unhealthy attachment was this exhilarating and intoxicating crutch that never left my side. It was ecstasy at its finest. As dark and toxic as it's been to my life, I was completely dependent on it. Blinded and invigorated by it. I didn't see its true nature. The fangs clenched into my soul and sucked the energy that gave me life. But the splatters of blood became undeniable. Finally feeling its darkness, I leave behind what I've harbored inside me for so long. And to this day my heart fantasizes for the empty satisfaction, to escape what's clamored and paralyzed me since then.