Addicted Hate

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Our pockets are always empty
But the corners full of lint
Running through the streets
Just chasing that next hit
Laying on the floor
We've completely lost all hope
For any dream we may of had
Was shattered by this dope.
Burnt fingertips, crusty dry lips
The only bit of normalcy we see
Is in our needle.tip.
Cloudy judgement, smoke filled.rooms
Constantly dwelling in the bottom of our spoons
Junkies, dope fiends, just surviving in the sack
Thinking we would give anything to turn the clock back.
Using flashlights, and tighter belts
Just trying to find a vein
Knowing deep in the back of our minds
That this is completely fucking insane.
Our expressions are now just blank, vaccant
Our skin opaque, grey
Looking like the walking dead, meer ghosts
Wandering aimlessly
Many friends are dead and gone
Their addiction cashed in early.
This shit is not a fucking joke
More should take it seriously
Hanging outin shooting galleries
With liquid crimson dripping from our arms
Dirty needles on the floor
We know the sack is empty
But we still carpet farm for more
Our soul and will are tired but our bodies scream for more
So we crawl around on hands and knees
Searching the pockets of those laid upon the floor
Hoping that they forgot a sack, or better yet
Three or four
With every breath that wr take in
Death is all we exhale.
And with every shot we inject
The next becomes our Holy Grale
Hoarding dirty points, some still filled with blood
Scrappingoff crusty spoons with old dried up cottons
Hoping for "just one".
Just one more brief moment of peace
Just one more small fleeting moment of escape
Just one more 2 second vacation to forget who we are.
Day after day, night after night shot after shot
Trying to erase the memory of the hatred for ourselves
It is a winless war, a battle that to an end it will never see
But that is the ways thing work when u live the life of a junkie.
Shoving dirty needles into.old wounds, open sores
Knowing it doesnt matter how much there is we will still go fiending for more
There is no happy ending,
This is not a glamorous fairytale
Its real and raw
A horrific tale of beauty and innocence wasted.
No smiles, no spells, no magic no potion, no wish and no wonder
Only sheer darkness, madness, no love, or compassion.
No enotion, just blank. Starring down the barrel of our needle trip of drug addicted hate.