METH'S GRIP: INTO THE ABYSS

It starts slow, a tease in your ear. This ain't poison, this is different. It's power like you never felt. But that feeling? That fleeting high? It's a trap, a siren song leading you to a cliff. Another fix pushes you deeper. Your body, it craves that feeling, twisting your mind and crushing your soul. Love fades to dust Dreams die Skin crawls,