Lucky

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Blood vessels
The written representation
Of a torrid
Unhealthy lifestyle
Invade the whites of his eyes
 
Up close
The breath of a thousand vomits
Teeth
Blackened by neglectfulness
Eroded by acids
Long since
These eyes have not witnessed a mirror
 
Vanity is pointless
When the image you have
Of you
Is one of a horror show
A nightmare
Entered in innocence
 
A child
Just seventeen years
They offered, you took
Whatever it was
The toxic substance
Wine
Heroin
A ten pound bag
Or cheap apple cider
The primer
The hook
 
Life is so much easier
When
You remove your self
From the burden filled existence
That society demands of you
 
Free Money
Seven day weekend
 
Friends
If that's what they are
Loyalty is bought
Not offered
Acquainted in circumstance
 
 
Its only for a while
I heard you say
Now
'Got any change mate'
'I need to catch a train'
 
Is it your fault
Yes
And
No
The years have flashed by you
Never been so low
Pretending to be happier
Than anyone you know
 
A job
A love
A home
Not a hovel
How dare they judge you
Its hard to judge when the evidence is hidden
Scars
Covered by intoxication
 
 
Reasons
 
Beyond control
A blip
An error
You did not mean to get off at this station
A card board city
In a wealthy nation?
 
Stuck
No way out
Organs threatened
By noxious poisons
Diabetes
Untreated
 
Dead
 
Shop doorway
Disowned
Disillusioned
By this life
Ready to embrace the next
 
What can you do
Where can you turn
Begging for pennies
Dancing to your own tune?
Addicted
To one path
Expecting to perish
The winter comes crawling
Sucking away
Your tarnished
Spoiled life
 
I wish we could help you
Take away all of your fears
The withdrawal from the elixir
Will drown you in tears
Hallucinations
Shaking non stop
No hangover to speak of
Should you never stop.
 
It could have been me
It might have been you
But for the mercy
Of choices we took
Luck is a factor
Make no mistake
Responsibility got a hold
It was not ever too late
 
 
AGL


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