A New Beginning is a Fatal End

[urallducks]

I wake up from a dream.
I stumble through the beatings:
Hangers, lighters, and razorblades
Pipes, straws, fire-starters on glass
All they do is torture,
Torture for a mistake I never made.
Running and hiding is my only chance,
Running and hiding becomes my only choice.
Grab my bag, steal some money, find some food
But there is no money so I cannot leave.
Since I cannot run, I will hide
My passage, my hideout
I hide until the drug wears down
Cold and dark, it becomes my cell.
I am gone and people are looking for me.
In and out are footsteps,
In and out are my belongings,
In where I was and out went my life.
I am crazy,
And I am skinny.
Drowsy and blurry, clouded and blind,
I crawl out,
And collapse into heaven.
It becomes you.
Meth is Murder.

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powerful poem!