Restless Young Man Without a Name

He keeps a very low profile, afraid of the the horrible secret he hides; hooked on a daily dosage of cocaine... seeking an instant relief from his acute pain! His cramped den is the stench of smoked substance bought on drug-infested streets, and filth is the undeniable evidence: one can surely tell that he lives in Hell... red devilish eyes and sunken cheeks; a wasted mind and body meeting their end! Restless young man without a name, wary of the destructible consequences that stunt your unremorseful conscience; and what price will you pay and whom will you blame? Restless young man without a name, you only existed to fulfill a destiny of shame! Day-time is so detestable to him, more than the viciousest enemy; night-time changes his personality... and he searches for dope down-town, where the houses are so run-down... occupied by the crack-heads of East Main! A limping kid, from nowhere, hands him a small bag and he exchanges it for some green; and what started the urge within... is a deep wound, which can never heal! Restless young man without a name, intoxicated by the poison that destroys your life and health; you can't be aware of what distorts your weak senses... until you are helpless and run out of breath! Restless young man without a name, guiltless and indulgent...you allow death to happily dance!