habits personified

You cursed the day I was born The tearing of a bond with wounds too deep You whisk me away into the abyss Taking the light to put me to sleep Who was I to be treated like this Was I not your friend who gave you peace The end to your pain The start to your solace I beg and plead for your mercy in defeat Your resolve too strong for a coward like me I thought I had you with tears and soft words But in one ear and a sword to my throat Murder on your mind and I'm nothing just a joke No air to breath your words have me choked Bad habits die hard New life springs forth The addiction is over And you're better for it too.