As the snow swallows glows

Where pushermen prowl    
and addicts growl  
feening for that blow.    
    
Where lights they shine    
come and be mine    
shrieks the ghettos swoll    
give up your abandoned role    
and toss your sewn sow    
in brimstones holes aglow
that lay littered in shimmering snow.    
   
Where street urchins cringe    
over a can heap binge    
finding their graves in fluffy cold.    
   
Where ice flows through veins    
as they float over planes    
grasping for the grass which lies low.    
   
Where druggies snort    
blanco lines so short    
as vaquero cohorts,    
   
taunting the doubtful    
as a rorschach whitehorse    
in the wiggled throes    
of wigged out woe.    
   
Where dust forms lines    
where malachi’s in time    
sing their eulogy    
of broken molds.    
   
Where dusters lust    
for a puff of that dust    
as the only crystals they know.    
   
Where dopers stray    
in a needle they pray    
to give them an ounce    
of much needed glow.    
   
Where they shoot themselves    
full of elves, and swelled spells    
fairy demons and spirits from below.    
   
Where acid rages    
in cracked rock cages    
and red, polluted rivers flow.    
   
Where thunder moans    
startling stoned stones    
inducing them to huddle low.    
   
Where every mothership breath    
excavates proxima death    
and their skin is sullenly hollow.    
   
The castle of white    
stands proud tonight    
as they fed their    
perdition from blow,    
   
with hollowed sockets    
and empty pockets    
they crumble as slaves    
in the lulling snow.