Holiday Inn Vaction

       Pain of current days, strung out, or string me along... like a broken down guitar from a dead rock star...A song long ago sung & the spotlight so blinding that he lost his own way and couldn't remember his once famous name. Flash back, acid trap...Zero can't even dredge this toxic attack... Zero remembers nothing anymore, for their buried deep within the rotten wood of there life's shipwreck. Shifting sands of confusion is there death bed of dark ocean waters they live in. Unraveling is the thread...The rusty nails, crave the past rail road scared ties tracks. Always leaves you hanging, that hope of flight...Always leaves your knees bent praying there's more...That always leaves one's teeth chattering cold & sleep is revealed...The party is spended & desolate melancholy is this reality dinner dish tonite. The circus is in the town...Oddities of different & strange circuit this dark erotic drug haze scene. Addict is the acrobat so high on his tied off load...Spinning in incomplete erratic half circles, then twirling in the opposite direction...Faster & faster the skinny man goes. For the tweaker lets the triple beam weight the score tonight, for he's the pimp KING daddy who gets the pass around girl bag whore, and for the moment he's not the geek but in return meth entice shiny diamonds birthed another speed freak who just put his dreams down somewhere...He thought it was just for a moment of time. When he finally realize 12 years have gone by & does he still live with his parents at home ??? Adrenaline rush is the forever race this junkie man chases & dreams of the next high. The one who gazes intently with grandeur of awe too long into the zip lock bag of fake diamonds that dull with time & lies that lick you dry. Crystal ball...Ask any question to Mr. 8 Ball & he'll say, "Let's do so more."  Never fully full or able to secure & seam tight this nightmare of sick wanting. Inadequate is the knot the that a under age run away girl tries to tie...Loose is the noose that only gives the gifts of rope burns & choking on her shame of sinful ways..Praying not to see the dawn of another day, for she hasn't slept for the last three...Talkin tones of crowds whispered echos in her ears, as the meth monsters come out to play. Deterrent is the hunger only a blood-thirsty beast of malevolent nature would decipher. Wanting nothing more but the death to come and release this no ending pain of sins they gave to the true ones who loved them. Young & selfish we all follow the foes who drained & play us. Examine & review, only to recognize these kinds of ass-holes are the so called friends....Thinking only of our selves...Thought we had time to pay our KARMIC debts...Addiction of self-sufficient a vacation of wonder, now a hell the addict we live under. Old prophet man of mystery intrigued us...Riddles of a labyrinth maze...Clouds of confusion... Spiritual we thought he was wise an old soul, who could love & save us. Broken circles of sharp jagged lines the dull needle continues to grind. Thread my veins...A road construction of new tracks to follow. Endless is race, down dark alley ways, the mouth of the beast, but my place. I Bath in his blood blood of crimson cutlery of syringes & bented spoons...For everything just turn black and that was alright, as long as i could forget the addict...Junkie I now prove to be. A monster that chews on me but, by nite and spits it on my face everyday. Jeering is his sly, wick smile of he's never leaving. A contract made of unbendable steel...A marriage of heavy dues & conquests of suffocating,. Death row , a prisoner with a life time pending sentence...A ball & chain...No way to run away...No way of escape. So the addict in us all... The one who is made of weak substance, returns on their knees knowing the drill... Doing the homework of the 3 R'S... Repeat, Relapse and Rewind. Just to forget this black ocean of waste that dive & tread in.  Met him in a house of substance of sin, if you openly welcome & let him in. He ask for our hands, acted like he was a gypsy & thought he was going to read my palm..With velt words of promises & infatuation of what the future night could bring...Silk scarf he pulls out of the air, ties my arm and whispers softly in my ear that he's going to draw me this wonderful, flying picture of a dream...For he's the cook, the master chef of many wanting, mouth watering things that he's created & made...His signature  is hidden but well know by all. Bee string, light poke as I hot tub soak. The cough...The choke...The call, the touch I'll always remember & glorified This King of man...He kept me on a flying far away vacation, Where reality is forgotten Lost in the mist of sleeping beauty...My prince, my beautified foreign man. Willing and so wanting I freely let him caress my hand to take me away ...For the addict, the low grade junkie I haven't met yet, for that the ugly score. I saw the horns first, the strange goat eyes & the piercing macabre evil he sold & dole out to the novice of hell enchanted fun. There's always a vacant room to be locked & forgotten end. Welcome to the twisted fast ride of screaming heights "The Halls of Madness" Disneyland's best ride... And Alice is your tour guide. Summer vacation @ the HOLIDAY INN.