Week 1: Camp Bell vs. YDK [Camp bell wins, 7-4.]

[YDK]

Demons destroying souls disguised as holes in your logic
Empty your pockets, smoke your money, release the hold of a profit.
Its over, you lost it. Now you're sober and nauseous
Just to cope you score some dope in the hopes you can squash it
But at the most it's a faucet to open urges; less cautious
And the spoken thoughts of an author become notes of a broken promise.
Misdiagnosed? I vomit. The cure for addiction is nonsense
Habitual coke sniffer; there's no prescription, be honest!
They say it's psychological but their cures are just abominable
Because replacing drugs with drugs is simply comical; unconscionable!
How can a hospital accommodate a fool as a doctor
Who prospers when his patients are best described as monsters?
I write this all down somberly and put it in the back of my mind
Because to face the facts I trace it back and see I was the one that was blind!
It's clear as day now; I can nearly TASTE the signs
That led the way to heavens gate (or most likely hell by design)
See my heart was ripped out and stomped on yesterday,
It wont heal; it's just pain, festering, decayed.
I was supposed to get married, but these memories of mine are hurting me
Because i was at the alter at 9am but my bride was dead by 8:33.