DRUGS(road to pain)

the memories are scorched from the cigarettes.
the pain and russian roulette.
my heart is still beating, on the last leg.
tattered and worn, i no longer will beg.
the addiction has its place.
my drugs, the long road of pain.

all my onbious lies.
my still current bloodshot eyes.
searching evermore for hope,
in this shallow bag of dope.
my monster is fed again and again.

sex, drugs, and rock and roll kill me so slow.
i can feel the skin on my face rot.
withdrawal is the battle now fought.
relapsed and lost, just a fucking reprise.
no surprise, why am i alive?
for my habit is my only suspension chord,
to the base called "life"

i warn and warn and warn.
people just scorn.
they strut down my road.
only to come running back.
but i still cant make sense of things?
all my doors are closing.
the methamphetamines are sprouting and taking control.
i hate this.

just kill me, send me to hell with a smile.
to where the failures are in a pile.
i am soon to join.
the maturity has grown in the "badboy"
now all that remains is a tattered prisoner.

my road of pain.
traveled again and again.
lying and dying.
i just want to leave, find an escape.
when hope is nothing but a joke.
in the bag of meth and dope.