Judge Santiago Burdon Poet Rhyme

The Fix

I smoke Rock 
I drink Scotch
I like hookers that don't talk a lot
And I smile from the pain
When the needle plunges through my vein
I don't need Jesus to forgive me
My salvation would cost more than I can pray
Absolution can't be purchased
No matter how many Hail Marys you say
A vanquished bottle falls victim
Another Soldier that I drank to death
Tiny plastic bags lay full of empty
While the drug swims in the blood 
under my flesh
It would take more than an army 
of Christian Soldiers
On a crusade to save my soul
A futile quest for a vacant spirit
That's been ravaged, robbed, bought and sold
In twisted darkness
or straightened light
Seeking the venom
Piercing fangs
The healing cure in a snake's bite
There's no trust
in a junkies smile
No grief in his tear
Rusted words from an acid tongue
Spit out and insincere
Fate left no clue
Just a bruise
My Apocalyptic Tattoo
Was I the one
that made this choice
Or was it the addiction
Imitating my voice
So the wheel turns 
on a flattened tire
And I'm not carrying a spare
Time creeps to the rhythm of the thumping 
The fix is a hungry rifle
And it has me sighted 
in it's cross hairs

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CayCay Godwin November 16, 2018 at 6:37 PM Cussing words-why don't peps read? R u reading to get it going? It is the &%% way it is. 1st response was tell you all the reasons the speaker is wrong, that's my spiritual side, a 2nd side relates to the one talking that I won't talk about, but 3rd side,writer in me will talk: you nailed it. Would be great in book, movie, anything as background/foreground, some type of ground that seeps with how the one talking feels; and that one, that one is a lot of people. Out of room. CayCay