There's Only Downs Living The Tunnel Of Love

Start with a quick slug
Slow toke,
On the peace pipe of fate
All the while
Warring mind
Circles,
Stalking grounds
Of similar victims, asking
Merely, tattooing come get me
To foolish foreheads  
Wear trends of painted targets
Upon their broad spineless backs;
They breathe.......disease  
Breed those unfed,
Find substance in trash pit alleys
Injecting enlightenment  
Discover sleep, in shelling abandoned houses
And filth is definition within name.
What use have thee?
Barely plotting the maze
Poison veins
All stumbled roads lead
To shame,
Swear by light
Touched,
Briefly on the arm
Withdrawal  
From darkness
Restore cleanliness to title,
Finally symboled in as gear and grind
Fading in to the wheels and levers
Works by oiling grand machines;
Begin.....
Fighting fire, aspirating temptations  
When the past comes around~methadone trance
Abundance booze gone dry
Peace pipes burned to deathly ashes
Syringes take shape of guns,
Devil dark reclaims hold~of soul
Muzzle mouth, in a cold steel breeze grip,
Whispers shoot it up....