Meth Nightmare
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The ice epidemic at the moment is really bad around rural Australia. The consequences are reflected in the community. Addiction is such a difficult thing to shake.
I have not and never will use illegal drugs, but I feel so much for the souls who have bought into that wedding.
You’re his nightmare that he dreams when awake,
His nightmare that lives in his mind,
You’re his destructive thought, killing all that he is,
The most lethal poisonous kind,
And you refuse to leave, burrowing through his head,
Slowly devouring his all,
You’re in his thoughts, in a room of hurt, every day,
Creating a complete downfall.
You’re his nightmare, still, he loves you so much,
He loves you on the road to his death,
You’re his small spoon of absolute pain and want,
You’re his little cap of pure dead meth.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2017
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