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               Conscience & Compulsion

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My Conscience says "no."

Compulsion says "yes."

How did compulsion come of me?

I can't think straight with that leech on my back.

What I'm wanting is bad for me.

But I'm addicted...

I don't need it. It tastes so good at first, but the bitterness will explode and fester in the pit of your stomach. I don't need it.

Yes, I do. I know I do.

No, I don't.

If I didn't need it, why haven't I let go, completely?

There's nothing wrong with the way things are.

Let your guard down.

You're hooked. You need that rush of another being shot into your veins.

I gotta stay strong. He will understand.

Take it into your veins - now.

Conscience crawls away with tears escaping her eyes. Although it was hard, she didn't fall into the hole of sweet future consequence. But will she look back?