A Whisper in the Wind

I was nineteen years old when I met the demon for the first time. The cunning and baffling of its character defects captivated me and held me hostage for years. I became an addict whose life spiraled outta control! It was a monster cleverly camouflaged in a puff of smoke I called the devils love potion. Trapped in a world of crushed dreams false hope and unmanageability I was weakened and defeated by the intrusion of my new best friend. Blinded by the realities of my addition I hit bottom over and over again. I had gone completely insane and at the brink of suicide when a final cry to God brought me back from hell.