Jaxsun Castro Horn
Dope Fiend Confession
I met a hypnotic woman in a crimson dress,
and drank the cup anointed by kiss.
Ever since, I wander streets without ease,
with track marked arms - veins diseased.
I posses wretched things, so nothing more.
A burnt spoon and a dull syringe shared before.
Darkness surround my sleepless nights,
my inner demon feeds full my plight.