Hated Silhouette Of Crystal Meth

There was a hooker
       Called my fateful bluff
            Entered my veins
               No longer guiding life's reigns

Crystal mixed with a speck of water
    Eyes affix their silvery, staring  spin        
               Attempts to escape dungeons realm
                       Register crystalline death within the  syringe

Ace's and eights the dead mans hand
    Scales rusted from drops of bloody blooded pinpricks                
          Time after time sobriety but a frozen memory
                  Finish line devoid of temporal trophies

Burning their flames of insane calamity
             Joined at the meeting of steel penetrating flesh
                    Thought it was a game; always a gambler, up the ante
                            Shame and rage consume bloodstreams misdirection

Clawing for release; demons curse in my mind
          Damning the synapses fucking the tweaker in vain
                    Reflection of hollow, sunken eyes loom in the mirror
                            Was it worth lifelong debt, to feel the snakebite?