Looking down into the snake pit death in the eyes, fang and venom waiting for the moment to kill. Coming home to the strange ways of life reaching for the small pills for thrills. More action with the “powdered poison” on the tongue. Having had enough becoming dazed and confused coming off your high to make room for more. Staying long hours until the collapse of the brain. Rested and ready for something new light up the pipe to fill your body with chemical and smoke. You said goodbye to the world without a prayer for yourself while sitting in a trance waiting for the next party to begin. Sad that you decided to kill your brain. On the crack house door is a sign that reads “welcome to the house of Rigor Mortis.” Slow movements another dose choosing a slow death with the final twinge of the fingers and toes. The end is near. You got what you asked for looking straight ahead with a gaze in your eyes alive looking dead. You wanted to be a real decaying corpse in your grave. Not this time . You stayed alive to go back for more. Stay in recovery and search all the Crack houses for all the fragments of your brain.
. Was the loss all worthwhile to you?
. see ya’ next time
