Perfected Craft

One in the morning Pitch black outside He looks around The neighbors are sound asleep The homeowners are out of town He pry's open the door With a crowbar in hand Pieces of the door frame broken all over the floor He looks for expensive electronics Jewlery and more This isn't the first time Certainly won't be the last He could have changed his ways But he's perfected his craft Thousands of dollars in items taken Days pass and the items are sold To support his heroin addiction Seventeen and addicted to the lifestyle While living in denial All the while He's destroyed another mans life Destroyed his children and scared his wife