A Dance with Meth

Her breakfast starts on a mirror,

Shaped and formed out in lines.

A soft cry out in fear,

A soft whisper, “Youre all mine.


Engulfing the monster in

With such little touch.

Like a poisonous kiss upon thy skin,

Her head a mere rush.


Sick twisted games,

She always finds a way.

Mens forgotten names

Are the reason I stay.


Where is her high?

Her sweet escape.

Within my lies,

She is mine to take.


Cheeks start sinking.

Mommys heart aching

Her pulse is racing,

Now she is breaking.


As she takes her last breath,

She cries and she groans.

A dance with meth,

Meant dying alone.


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