METH'S GRIP: INTO THE ABYSS

It starts slow, a murmur in your ear. This ain't poison, this is different. It's a rush like you never imagined. But that feeling? That fleeting moment? It's a trap, a siren song leading you to a desolation. Another fix pushes you further. Your body, it craves it, twisting your mind and crushing your soul. Love fades to dust Jobs are lost Eyes