Ode To the Addict

gaunted look in face and hand. your just a bag of scrag and bone's. with beady eye's to catch your fix. and squatters right's you call your home. your darkness fill's shadow's and corner's. as you lurch from standing grave's. to cast us beneath your addict's cloud. industrial damp brick's your enclave. you lost your mind to needle and spoon. your powdered soul is dead of thought. vein's pump scum to a merciless heart. where more of the same is all's your taught. you ghost bye night in swarms of bone pressed skin. all set up for one more dig. your near corpse body is pale and thin. with the look of a malnutritioned kid.