There's Only Downs Living The Tunnel Of Love

Start with a quick slug 
Slow toke, 
On the peace pipe of fate 
All the while 
Warring mind 
Circles, 
Stalking grounds 
Of similar victims, asking 
Merely, tattooing come get me 
To foolish foreheads 
Wear trends of painted targets 
Upon their broad spineless backs; 
They breathe.......disease 
Breed those unfed, 
Find substance in trash pit alleys 
Injecting enlightenment 
Discover sleep, in shelling abandoned houses 
And filth is definition within name. 
What use have thee? 
Barely plotting the maze 
Poison veins 
All stumbled roads lead 
To shame, 
Swear by light 
Touched, 
Briefly on the arm 
Withdrawal 
From darkness 
Restore cleanliness to title, 
Finally symboled in as gear and grind 
Fading in to the wheels and levers 
Works by oiling grand machines; 
Begin..... 
Fighting fire, aspirating temptations 
When the past comes around~methadone trance 
Abundance booze gone dry 
Peace pipes burned to deathly ashes 
Syringes take shape of guns, 
Devil dark reclaims hold~of soul 
Muzzle mouth, in a cold steel breeze grip, 
Whispers shoot it up....