Son OF A Fiend
Son Of A Fiend
Dirty needles
Crack rocks
Overused pipes
Scratching
Shaking
Begging
Each fix used to forget the problems of the previous
Misery's grasp fades away in a spoon held over an open flame
"Medicine" ain't coming with a prescription, take as necessary being the only option.
Doctor gotta switchblade tongue, and an equalizer to sum up those tougher equations.
Father gotta habit, but knows he can quit whenever. Not willing to admit the needle in his hand gotta supernatural hold.
Junior soaking up the scene deciding whether to be the cause to the effects of the addiction that he's watched eat at his father and separate his family.
Born into a home living with a fiend, looking for a way out but lost in the cycle...the son of a fiend, what a life to live.

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I understand this poem. Very deep.
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