METH'S GRIP: INTO THE ABYSS

It starts slow, a whisper 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 desolation. Every line pushes you into the void. Your body, it craves that feeling, twisting your mind and breaking your soul. Friends become strangers Jobs