The wagon

Empty bottles, empty bags left behind with empty rinse load promises on top of dirty nightstands. Dirty needles dirty spoons lives and innocence lost way to soon. Products if our environment we r what else do u expect us to do. Learning from what we saw, no supervision parents high or gone. Residue coated mirrors razor blades staws and dollar bills broken glasses and spilt booze, waking up in rancid vomit piles, we onow we will always loose. Lurking in dark alleys and street corners, having no friends to speak of, we have always been the loners. This lifestyle, this darkness, this addiction, our only companion. It will never leave, it will never abandon it will always be right where we left it waiting with the patience of a saint, for us to once again survive only in the sack as we dive head first off of the wagon.