HERE'S YOUR HEART BACK MOM

They call me "The Faller."  
 
Branded by addiction.  
 
They call me the black sheep.  
 
With undesirable wool.  
 
Tolerance shows no mercy.  
 
Scarred veins and filthy blood.  
 
I pay death to kill me slowly.  
 
Push all until I have no one.  
 
My eyes refuse to see reality.  
 
My mind waits chaotic for more.  
 
My hands only know destruction.  
 
My existence is fueled by war.  
 
I stole my mothers heart years ago.  
 
when discovered I numb my life.  
 
Though I sold it for a half gram of dope.  
 
I pray She'll get her heart back when I die.