Chasing the streets

Chaotic and blurry,
The days run into weeks in a blink
Everything further from reach
Chasing smoke up on the streets.

The power and money now resembling disease
You don't choose to see that truth
Methamphetamine has drawn its noose
Now your staring at the reaper and your thinking he's a keeper
Its fine, high as a kite, you enjoy the lie and hit a line

Coming down you swing angrily
Smashing around, you like the high now?
I think hatefully.

Tears follow rage, you say your fed up with living this way
But you choose to think what your doing is okay
you don't see a difference in the mirror
The image of you disordered but clear
Refusing to look at the evidence in hand
I'm wondering if your a changed man
The hard times get you down.
Lookout.
Mr. Meth man is around and your back to the same game
Ranting about change, and today's the day
But today is the repeat of every other day

Playing dice with the devil, you toe the line
Happy to get away alive
just scraping by with your life
Shallow cheeks, pale face, but you feel great.

I watch your body become waste
I try not to break.
I wish I could give you some strength
A fresh look in a better place
Some innocence and grace
But, you canvas is dripping at the seems
Dark colors and shadow filled scenes
What happened to your dreams.
You sold out to the need for speed
Chemicals eating at your brain, I wonder if you'll ever be happy
AS I imagine you behind bars, fighting a mental cage of hate
Or being in the ER being hushed by a doctor telling you its gonna be okay
I want you to feel my pain when looking at your face
And the weight i feel from your choices
Knowing a casket could be the next step
after heroin makes you short of breath
or lungs froze from that meth