The Discipline

Straight edge - the discipline. The key to self liberation is abstinence from the destructive escapism of intoxication. I separate from the poison - a mindlessness I've always abhored. Usage will only increase the pain, a truth I constantly see ignored. The pollutants that kill the body breed apathy within the mind. The substances that once brought release in the end will always confine. From drug-clouded lungs and veins motviation dissipates. Imprisoned within addiction, abuse increases until death overtakes. Enslaved by concupiscence, promiscuity leads to despair. Victims used and abandoned by liars who professed to care. Self-exiled from their insanity. Striving to attain higher levels of purity. The beauty in life is mine to know. Amidst the ruin I survive. I've got to stay free. Damage everywhere - infections at every turn. Through my refusal to partake I saved myself. Abstinence was the beginning. What's important is what's done with the freedom step by step I overcome. Alone I climb the staircase to edification.