The Monster Crystal Meth

As we shot-up and smoke our
precious crystal meth, we get
our minds bright and clear.
our hearts starts racing like
a gray hound after running
a race no one knew the power it
had over me.i was always
paranoia peeking out windows.
moving my sack everywhere,
the crashing and burn is the
hardest part.
i would lie, steal, cheat,
what ever it took to get my
sad sack. i was up all night
franken tearing and trying
to fix every thing, i had
sores on my face and hands
i couldn.t hold a job
it controlled my every move
i knew i was going to have
impending illness, Theirs
no warning label on the sack
i prayed to get straight
but the demon was just to much
but i knew my treasures that lie
just beyond deaths doors
when i die their will be no story
to tell. peace and love go with you.