Living in the streets trying to find the gutter

Never a word of hope my words did utter

Looking for right answers in all the wrong places

Searching for consolation in meaningless faces

    No spectrum of color in my eyes could I see

just shades of black and white, tormenting me

Dried blood clogged in my nostrils and fresh scars on my arms

    My body - honesty, integrity and self-respect - life did it harm

Love of a substance who lusted for my soul

stole away the definition of one under control

Lived in an illusion of right when reality was stonewall wrong

Walking dead man, skeleton with flesh, I was long gone

Emotions buried, over the river, Styx tides

The bell tolled - my body was put in a hole 6ft six

One last hit, one last snort, one last drink,

            Death’s crimson waves wash out my last sigh.

                                I died.

-Max Daves