I am the simplest of emotions yet the most complex at the same time.

I could be the tiniest of powders to the most dangerous of experiences 

I give a euphoria that fills your lungs with purest bliss and gives you a high you’ll spend your remaining days chasing

The most powerful of gods and the lowest of mortals all bow at my feet

What am I but addiction?

And you Hatchet, you pathetic fuckboy, have its claws dug deep into your soul and you ain’t even realized it yet.

I can hear you denying it now, saying that it’s only a boost, that you’re just pressing the boot harder down on the rest of us

That it’s only one vial, you can quit anytime you wanted.

But I was there when you first felt that high Hatchet, I saw it in your eyes, the white hot power running through your veins. The realization that this was the greatest moment of your life and you’d do anything to even get the chance to experience it again.

You’d waste your beliefs, sully your limited moral code and even burn down your entire Gathering for even just more drop of that liquid immortality.

After all, that’s why you fucked on poor old Felix isn’t it? That’s why you so easily turned on all of us for the Gestapo? So good old Nox can hook you up with your new drug of choice.

I wasn’t surprised you screwed the Seekers over and destroyed poor old Felix cause I was expecting that to happen any day soon. You can’t be trusted and I was the only one who knew that but this isn’t about trust. If you want to burn all your bridges for a little blow, that’s on you chucklefuck but at least be smart enough to look deeper at the Pusherman before you start sucking his dick.

Because even if you are special and that power doesn’t corrupt you completely, even if you don’t surrender your soul to addiction, you can’t down a single person with a leash wrapped around your neck

And the moment you bargained with Nox is the moment you sold yourself into slavery to the devil himself.

It started with a little plunger in the neck of the only none facepainted freak that believed in you.

Next it’ll be a few of your gathering or maybe even all of them. Footsoldiers, fodder, even fuel for his fucked up experiments.

And you won’t be able to say no because he has the only thing you truly desire.

You gave yourself the rawest deal of them all Hatchey but don’t fret you fugly little excuse for down syndrome. A real man is here to fix your fuckup.

The flames of vengeance will burn the Chemist to the bone along with your little vial of poison. Because the screams I hear from Nox when his lifeswork goes up in smoke.

That’s my addiction.

You on your knees, begging for your next fix that’ll never come, knowing that a kid downed the fabled clown,

That’s just a bonus.