Brilliant blue skies scarred by grey smog haze,
A crippled lost traveler in confusion and daze,
Looking for a guiding light that hasnt been seen in days,
Like a flag ship, that is out to sea.
Isolated, and thrased by a tomenting sea.
Violently thrown to and fro by hypothermic waters.
Shaking compulsively trying to steer the rudder,
To uncharted areas of the aged, brittle map.
Addicticed and fiend, causing the chemical relapse.
Deprived of sleep, malnourished, and fatigue,
Chaotic nightmares and decrepit daydreams.
Hairs of tarantulas seem to move as the skin crawls.
Just a taste of the drug, would end the withdrawals,
Causing the vicious cycle to recycle itself.
The habitual repeat offender comes to grip with himself...