taking the edge off

"relax, said the night man, we are programmed to receive. You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave." - The Eagles

That's how it starts:
a depressive, over-disciplined intellectual,
usually
not even yet a man

You take the edge off
of your mind
(breaks from the world
and its petty grind)

You take too much
and you love the stuff:
your mind can take it;
your mind is tough

But if you go too far,
you've signed the papers
and put your fate in the stars.
Along with the wonderful creativity
comes the terrible proclivity

Edge after edge,
it files you down,
destroying your health
and tainting even your finest hours

Beneath the mask,
the drug monster
is a hell of an edge

With his file of pleasure,
he'll wear down your health,
your morality,
and your sanity...
and then you hit the wall
of utter addiction

Your will is not your own
and the monster's seed is sewn;
he'll file you down
till you wish
you were nothing

Take it one from who knows:
it all seems okay
till it grows.
It takes its time
and moves in slow,
till you see the monster
in the mirror,
and the hardest word
is "no"