Bad Habits


Dope to cope...


Blood shot eyes on a pale face

Disgraced by displaced rage

Sinking at a steady pace

Too high to turn the page

Needles feeding freedom

Into bruised and battered veins

The euphoria misleads him

The disdain remains unchanged

Pitifully he wanders

Lost in the abyss

The poison keeps him sane

His ignorance pure bliss

Contempt too raw to handle

Mistakes attached to shame

His purpose to dismantle

All memories of pain

Skeletons no longer fit

Exposed by his bad habits

Etch-a-sketch erasing sins

Like they never happened