"Enemy"

I ran myself hard on the street,
Just a baby,
Hittin' the cold concrete,
The fear of feeling,
Evoked my defeat,
But I chose the path of
The lonely, dark, bitter and obsolete;
Picked up survival techniques
To make ends meet,
Learned life lessons
Through being beat,
In more ways than one,
And in repeat;
So weak,
No choice but to retreat,
Long sleeves
To keep track marks discrete,
I was desperate,
Lit fires in cans for heat,
fought to eat,
Ran burnt out buildings
Leaving the stench of sweaty feet,
Finding harmony in a colony
of broken lives,
Incomplete.

Why was I afflicted with this plight,
16 years old, addicted,
Inflicted with fright,
Overwrought by a needle,
Not concerned with a bite,
Caught in a black frozen tunnel to hell with no light,
Future not looking too bright,
Presuming all my wrongs were right,
Shit where I rest
Right in plain sight,
Sounds of mice,
No Strength, No Might,
But damn right I'd fight for a bag of delight,
Just to live through an impoverished night.

The story of a fiend,
Insides dissected,
Infected,
By poisonous venom I injected,
Running,
From the family I rejected,
Constantly dejected,
Ill-respected,
Against angels I repented,
Lying and hunting
Were the skills I perfected,
A universe,
Inverse-erected,
Life was a battlefield,
Had to accept it.

I robbed stores on the streets of war,
Purse snatchin',
Living in gore,
Empty bags,
Crushed needles,
Shell casings and more,
Health and diet - piss poor,
Number of meals per week - around four,
Life of survival,
Hard to the core,
Crimes I saw,
Dirty, grimy, raw,
Breaking and entering,
No regard for the law,
I thought I was pimpin',
But in reality I was the whore.

Always comprising some in-depth plan,
take heed to street concepts
Of supply and demand,
Sticky hands,
Take shit that's yours
Pawn it right to your man,
Sham after sham,
Scam after scam,
Hit 'till its hot,
Then I ran,
Had a group of thieves,
Tight like a clan,
But all just grains,
In a loose pile of sand,
Meaningless Molecules in a scheme so grand,
Strong as a group,
Alone can not stand.

i now know what it is,
To be dirty and low,
The aura I used to bestow,
Could no longer glow,
I lost control,
Learned about lonely and cold,
The world's vampire,
I sucked it's blood with no soul.

I struggled through streets and shelters of all kinds,
Dealt with monsters, demons,
And sick twisted minds,
Ran myself in tiring circles,
Only to find,
That a life of straight crime,
Must be put behind,
And heroin is the enemy,
for the rest of my time.

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