Death By Meth
The cause of his death
Because he chose to do meth
He started out with a line
But it was no longer fine
He started to smoke in a glass bowl
He knows hes loosing his soul
Feeling not one emotion
With the impulse of another notion
He desires to put it on a spoon
Cooking it not to quick but not to soon
He places it into the needle sticks it in him arm
Starting to cause major bodily harm
Instantly hes enjoying his high
But doesnt even get to say goodbye
Death decides its his time to go
Just a thought...
But maybe he should have said
no??
Copyright © Christine Tansy | Year Posted 2015
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