Devils Alleyway

The omega, the almighty, the reprobate of all the sinners.

In this game Ebay game of life, there are few winners.

What is right and what is wrong, can easily be confused.

Useless lies and broken promises, old excuses reused.

In the back alleyway, where the Devil hides his stash,

Vomit, sickness, bruises, death; all originates from ash.

They bang it they snort it, and what ever they can.

Grab some tin foil, a lite and poke holes in the can.

I talk not of pot heads but chem-heads instead.

Continue your life and you will be dead.

How does it feel to be hollow, no emotions expressed?

Poor and dirty, no home, all alone and depressed?

Do you like your teeth rotting or even worse yet,

Losing teeth in a fight, from a large drug debt?

Cracked lips, bleeding noses and no sleep at all.

Up for weeks searching, for something so small.

It can look like a powder, a rock or a pill.

Anyway you do it, will bring you a thrill.

Some are rushy or groggy and others are mellow

Beware of crack for it looks a bit yellow.

I've watch people do what ever they can,

For one more blast for, please one more gram.

The highs don't last but the downs sure do,

Can you handle it all or do you need two?

Can you be strong my dear, a resist temptation?

Can you please say no to the next invitation?

I want you around I miss you a lot.

Can we just go back to smoking some pot?

I don't know where I lost you but I'll wait right here.

We had a lot of fun, but now I need to fear.

It's been too long I haven't heard a thing.

But I still wear it, our 'best friends' ring.

So come back to me Jimmy, your mom misses you too,

Please we'll forgive and forget, but only for you.

God still loves you and so do I.

So come back to me Jimmy, before I cry.

In the back alley way, where the Devil hides his stash,

Vomit, sickness, bruises, death; all originates from ash.