Which's the real hoosegow, My mind or these walls?
No matter how much, a judgement still falls.

Possess only coins, the shirt on my back.
All that I am, can fit in a sack.

That cunning sweet powder, I can't cross the line.
My body is drowning, yet the spirits still whine.

The primary company, that I once kept.
The engine still running, as the whole world slept.

What started on occasion, a source of sheer fun.
Has left me a shell, there's nowhere to run.

What will it take, to open my eyes?
This cot, those streets, or my own son's cries?

Eyes so distended, yet I still do not see.
More than content, with my lover Misery.

Tomorrow I must change! But just one more, I said.
Tomorrow never comes, that ONE left me dead.

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Wrote this as I'm sitting in rehab. Haven't wrote in years due too addiction and self hate. Figure I have nothing to lose