Addiction

Mottled bodies inside and out Needled veins black and about Eyes dark through unsleepened nights Lying in door ways that's about right. Bottles and tins surround my life Once i was married, no longer have wife Kids disown me as i lie there spent Confused they are where the family has went. The above is not me, if you don't mind me saying Its a vision of life, for the ones who start playing Who take that fork they meet on the road Again the doorways no family abode. Many a home in this modern world Hit by life's Tornado's in never ending twirls Some see the light at the end of the tunnel Some down the drain, in a spiralling funnel. Society seems to breed the above Are they really the clever, who absorb that first shove To be an Addict as you walk down that road Be ever so brave, ignore that goad. Live strong, live free An Addicts life is what you don't want to be Sometimes, don't think of you, think of others Or they remember you under an earthly cover.