meth death war and heroine

my words are spoken fluidly
I have given up this fight
losing all of my might
the needless embedded in my flesh
in search of something fresh
an empty bottle
a spoon without a light
an empty brick

something has
changed there minds
I see them in a dead spin
heading to the point
of returns no more

the beauty of day
corrupted by the agony of there actions
and the cries from the ones they enclose
desperate souls
eyes of black
surround
the places of sorrow
and mourning
for fellow men
lost
this is desolation
brought by there own actions
and effecting the innocent
that have no were to run
and were to hide