Meth
You think you know me,
but you really don't,
your body, and mind,
I have come to haunt.
My purpose in life,
is to get you high,
I'm poison you see,
I'll take your life.
Many have found me,
they love me so,
I can take your women,
and turn them into w_ _ _ _ _.
Late at night,
or early in the morn,
your moods will change,
like a fast moving storm.
Everything about you,
I want to destroy,
whether you be a woman,
girl, man, or boy.
I really hate you,
but I'll never tell,
my mission for you,
is leave you in hell.
Rotting teeth,
sores that bleed,
these are my gifts,
so you can thank me.
I am of the devil,
I will always be,
now look in a mirror,
at the skeleton of need.
If you want free,
just walk away,
there are plenty more like you,
waiting to take.
Addiction can mean death,
for some you know,
addiction to Meth,
will drag you so low.
I don't want to scare you,
but I thought you should know,
the life you have now,
you will have no more.
Please excuse my graphic language,
but Meth is not a drug to play with, it will
kill you, .....there
is help out there in every town, city, and state,
find the nearest help center, and let them help
you if you are addicted or know someone who is....
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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