When drugs took over,
the people i felt for so dearly
died and awoke
to a world composed of dreams so
different than mine and they wrought
their hands in tight lugubrious knots
crooning for an angry fix, carking and mad
with their hip slang hiding in dark corners
casting sad shadows on cracked plaster walls,
with their stenching sick bodies rotting
in tombs under lush suburban valleys
gnawing and tearing
at their awful flesh prisons trying to get out,
with their families pleading for salvation
while poisoned alloy cities swallow them whole,
with their hungry red eyes,
dragging themselves across the pavement
praying to god that they live to see the other side,
I scream out for remorse
but they don't hear me,
I scream out for remorse
but my sentences shatter across their disgusting faces,
I scream out for remorse
but their smoke-stained teeth just smile back at me,
I scream out for remorse.
