A Dope Fiends End

A Dope Fiends End
By: S. Rachele Chappell

In jail cell you'll feel so very small.
Blatant f*ck yous to my face,
as you watch the tear drops fall.
I try to figure where we fell off track.
You offered your love,
and then stole it back.

In the end, you'll chose it over your family.
You'll still be blind to your calamity.
A dope fiend and a junkie till the very end.
One day you'll turn around and won't have a friend.

It's never enough,
you'll shoot it in your vein.
It makes you feel wonderful,
but after comes all the pain.
So go back where it's safe,
go back to your womb,
to find your mother's comfort.
Death be your doom.

Life for a dope fiend is no fun.
Always chasing good times,
that seem to never come.
Still you go out to get your gun.
I ask you to stop, but you got to run.

Aren't you tired of the DT's,
and how it clouds your mind?
Aren't you tired of the misery,
and tired of doing time?
It's stealing our love,
cause trust is lack.
If you sold your soul to the devil,
would you still it back?

Your a dope fiend, a liar, and a thief.
At your funeral I'll bring to you a red rose wreath.
Dressed in black,
with jewels of tears to show the grief.
Standing with head hung in disbelief.