Slowly, Steadily,it creeps Eating me up from within Be oblivious I say to self But my self doesn't pay heed. Giving up slowly I realise, it is a slow poison, working cunningly maliciously in me. I have to combat, I say running helter-skelter, finding my refuge in spirits, herb and smoke, my antidotes. Now, my body harbours two beings One, closer to that supernatural and damaged by thoughts. Other, plunged in thoughts far from Above supported by fellow free spirits. Behind all those smiles, leaps fooleries, cackles, lies a pool of tears. Pat on the back to self, each day for the commendable show put up. Now, its time. "Enough!", said the softer voice. time to break open and stand up against the enemies. Time for the one to crush the other being from within. But somewhere the softer being knows that it ain't so easy and with that thought, it crumbles, giving it all up.