Crystal Meth

It drags me in.
Again, and again, and again
This little bag of powder
Holds a great addictive power
This itey bitey sac
Can hold everything back
They call it the “Dream Killer’
What a fucking thriller
Staying up all night cleaning your room
Or just looking for something to do
That’s what most tweakers do when spun
To a point, it’s kind of fun
Yet, it has been known to cause death
Sometimes in a single breath
For the others they suffer from food deprivation
Dying from severe starvation
Some like to pick away their skin
‘Cause they think something is crawling within
You can’t forget the people
Who like to stick themselves with needles
Their arms filled with pin pricks
Just to get the fix
What is Crystal Meth?
It’s the Grim Reaper, bringing destruction and death