Recidivism

This crime I repeat against an old man's breathing corpse
Injecting the serum in crystal fragments of bitter sweet pleasure
I cannot resist her temptations as I walk down the isle of despair
Where she sits, awaiting my next relapse exposed in drops of blood
One Touch is all it takes to reveal my weakness has beaten me
and the count has climbed over 400 for the fourth time in five days
The medication is not working or perhaps it was the carrot cake
or maybe it was the pumpkin pie that sent me so frightfully high
Higher than any amphetamine manufactured in a crystal meth lab
Though my addiction is slowly killing me as slowly as it surely can
Already it has caused a stroke that nearly blinded my dying eyes
Left my left side half paralyzed and my occipital lobe collapsing in a black hole
While the neuropathy in my feet creates more pain than it's numbing cold
Kidney disease is creeping in like the shadow from the moon's eclipse
Yet in spite of this I still can't resist the sweet lips of a Hershey Kiss
The refreshing flavor of Mountain Dew at the break of dawn has broken me
As diabetes of my own doing is the monster that has knocked me to my knees