Hindsights of H

     Needle tears a hole & steals another...A junkie he becomes...A liar...A thief of the darken shady night. Warrant status, on the run...Criminal crime, no moral compass to guide, he's the one always dropping the dime & never doing the time. Veteran of battlefields...His medals of honor...Abscess arms of scabs & sores...Worn are the tracks...A train wreck of casualties he seems to flat out & ignore. He never noticed or blinked an eye...One track mind, being sick he will find !!! H is his secret mistress & he is the bag whore. The big top CIRCUS has left town...But he has the monkey on his back !!! H is his hell...Satan is his slum landlord. For h is his fix, and h is his high...as he nods & closes his eyes!!! Birthed a Heroin junkie begging in for a dime bag. No friends to call, for he removed & left behind. No family to say, for they all moved the FUCK AWAY !!! Empty is his core...Sold his soul on a deal on a  triple beam. For H is his fix with a bent spoon glowing by a candlelight. His soulmate of a romantic sick FIX. Last words of rite with a crooked smile a finale " GOOD NIGHT...GOOD BYE"