The Addict Poem by DARK SIDE

NOW HE LIVES BY THE NEEDLE
HE 'D TALKING TO HIS DEMONS
WHEN HE HIT'S HIS HIGH
AND FIGHTING WITH HIS SHADOW
BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW WHY
WHILE HE IS HOLDING ON BY A THREAD
AND HIS EYES ARE RED, HIS HANDS SHAKE,
HE STARTS TO MUMBLE
BECAUSE HIS WORLD STARTS TO CRUMBLE,
BECAUSE HIS FAMILY GAVE UP AS HE STUMBLES
WITH EMPTY DREAMS IN HIS HEAD
BECAUSE HE IS PASS OUT ON THE BED
WITH THE NEEDLE HANGING AND THE THREAD LOOSE
AND THE ONLY THING LEFT FOR US TO SAY
[ IS JUST ANOTHER SAD ADDICT WAISTING HIS LIFE AWAY ]