tweak tweak
like a chickadee
She stared at her bedroom wall
and drew a few lines
found lunacy that night
She had a problem
One she didn't think she had
all because of her dad
It started in pure bliss
chasing the devils kiss
As the line dripped
as the pipe chipped
she wanted more
stripper and a righteous who*e
she say that she was there
in the manger
bearing gifts for the savior
Proud sister to christ
And she sank deeper
and deeper
all while praising her maker
Thinking why isn't this nice
I have more ice
So sweet destroys ones life
And yet she did not care
Deceived and liked it there
So she lied sprawled out on the couch
Steel reeling from that last bout
She lived in a prison
Of many doors
Preferred her dungeon
she was a happy slave
She had just enough
to scratch that itch
and twitch; as it was temporary relief
from her permanent disease
so with no hands she slid
down the cool wet poll
in a low lit room
dad picker up at 2
her family wondered
how far can she go?
will she ever return?
sad to say
she may die in her ways
6 yrs after rehab 97% of methamphetamine addicts relapse (true)