Gutter Trash

Another night in the gutter
same old needle in hand,
eyes look like tombstones
your too weak to stand

The night of your life
but how long did it last,
before more was needed
the drug disappears fast

Ribs are protruding
once again nothing to eat,
not a great selection
from the bins in the street

No money, no hopes
just an addiction to feed,
no offer too demeaning,
to get what you need

A liar a thief
disgusting,unclean,
a path littered with scams,
that show where you've been

Once again lip service
closes the deal,
then its back to the gutter
no more pain to feel

This life not uncommon
every day there seems more,
situation seems hopeless
were losing this war.