Methamphetamine Abuse Poems

• Dec
  10

  Shards On a Platter

  Shards on a platter
  Dissolve into puddles
  With great clever
  Although they shouldn't sever
  It still does too because you smoke it in a toot
  When you inhale that hoot
  You feel like you got to move
  Lots of golden energy in your veins
  Crawling up your head and spreading
  To your spleens
  Intoxicated you are that's for sure
  Crystal is nothing but a lure
  Although we are not sure how to understand colors
  Because after 48 hours of not sleeping
  And you're really tweaking
  You start seeing crazy shit like
  Snakes on blinds and yellow crosses in the sky
  The hallucinations make you wonder why.
  2 seconds after inhalation
  You also feel a rising sensation
  Makes you think if your just god's creation
  Or just an alien's experimentation
  Listening to music is like an entire new generation
  It makes your body and mind go crazy
  On crystal you for surely don't feel lazy
  I found out this is a very crazy drug, and not worth the experimentation
  When you're coming down it makes you feel like fucking grub
  You feel like everything would suck
  And it doesn't make you go slow as a slug
  Instead it's like you go a billion miles a hour
  You will feel like a just bloomed flower
  You're alive but not yet ready to dive
  Into the swirling trip of illusion
  So herby I come to the conclusion
  If you do meth once you're hooked for life
  And you feel like you're trapped from the inside
  It will only cause sorrow and make your cry
  So it's not worth your time, trust me I'll bet you a dime
  The experience might be nice, but not when your brain shrinks down to the size of dice.
  You stop caring about yourself and you will eventually get lice
  Then the shit starts to get worse; it's like a terrible curse
  Your skin starts to turn yellow, and your teeth will start to deteriorate
  If you look at it that way meth isn't all that great.
  You might as well inject cyanide, because after meth is done with you,
  you won't have any pride.
  It will eat you from the inside; it's basically the slowest form of suicide.
  Nobody will hear you cry, no one will help you.
  Because they see you as a meth addict and not a nice guy.
  You will cheat, lie, and steal and just to get your fix,
  Just for a couple points you will start sucking dicks.
  How low can you go, just to get your high back on the road.
  Just to satisfy your intense craving, you will look everywhere for the tiny little shards
  And start shaking, because you can't find nothing but rocks and lint.
  And sometimes you might pick up an old flint, thinking it's a big shard
  Then you think to yourself, IM A FUCKING RETARD.
  You cry and you promise yourself you will quit,
  Because all your friends hate you and they split.
  All you think about is getting that dried up puddle lit;
  Crystal meth is a liar and cheat.
  It's for surely not sweet, it will only fill you with hate and greed.
  Dedicated to all the struggling people out there!
  
  Dennis

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  Posted on December 10th, 2010

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