Vexation of Addiction

Today is the day he decided to fly
It didn’t matter to him that this day he might die
Simply simply that he wanted to fly
All the thoughts and fears in his mind now set
From the roof , to his room for the tools he needed to get
A man cursed with single sight
Burned his wings and fell from flight
Crashing hard into realities floor
A world appears to him not know before
Purple skies darker grow
Shadowed figures rising from below
Unfamiliar are the images reflected
Views of truth unexpected.
in mirrored eyes surrounding him.
Sunken shell of a body abused and grim
He must surrender to this vexation
Succumbing to his addiction.