Addicted

Have you ever seen a crack whore
Have you ever been near one
Talked to one
It's something else
He calls us a beast
We have six fingers and six toes and measure 6 cubits and weigh 600 furlongs
And are number is 666
We live like we have these things
Like we our kings in our own vain beliefs
This thing it ate like an animal
With a knife
And with it's hands
Tearing meat
With her mouth
Stuffing her face
Moved with trimmers
Stared lost into her hand
She might have seen things
That weren't there
Lighter near by
Hands shaking
Cloths half on
Looked terrible
Spoke slured
Short words and sentances
Nothing deep
Nothing meaning
Mind is gone
No shame
Not one bit
Moved like a wild animal
It may attack at any moment
It may freak out at any time
It looked like it just got out
Out of hell itself
The reatared look more human
The paralyzed move with more life
This wasn't human it was animal
Not at all
This is man
This is 666
All man
And no
God
But somewhere there was a faint look
A possible understanding
That this was not right
A spirit crying out
For help
To be released from this beast
To be saved
To be lifted up to its maker
To be free
The most sobering painful truth
Is this is me
Every time I sin
This is me
A crack whore
Just looking for a fix
No shame
No mind
Just animal
If only people saw these people
If only they went to one
They where so disgusted
That they wanted to puke
They might understand
But people hate this
They are animal
Many can act dignified
Until they see this
And it stares them down
And they strike out
Because this is the most painful
Thing anyone can know
What they really are
Without God
An animal
Dead in sin
Just another crack whore
Looking for a fix