Drug of ruin

Just the opposite to my other competition Drug of enlightenment. Tell me what drugs have done to ruin your life or the life of someone close to you. This is a competition of poetry not a thread to criticize peoples past so keep your NEGATIVE opinions to yourself please.

Guidelines:
-What drug?
-How did it negatively affect you?
-No word limit.
-Doesn't have to rhyme but make it flow (I don't want to get bored reading it).
-One entry only. (You may post as many as you like but only the first entry will count towards the competition).
-New or old
-Must be how it negatively affected you (what you like about the drug is another competition).

My Sweet Heroin  
   
She lays infront of me,  
insisting that I give her a try.  
Just take one hit  
and your soul will be mine.  
I can taste her in my mouth,  
I can feel her coursing through my veins.  
My body screams for more,  
I'm in so much pain!  
I want to say no,  
but I'm addicted to this poison;  
this drug we call heroin.  
You can try to quit,  
but once you take that first hit  
you'll be stuck in her trap.  
Wanting her so bad,  
you'll lay on your back.  
Everyone you once loved,  
you'll betray.  
You'll lie, you'll steal,  
but everything will be okay;  
because she's just a phone call away.  
You'll forget about your morals  
and only live for the high.  
Your demons will stay with you until you die.  
You'll never be free,  
until you can face reality.  
So take my advice  
and STAY AWAY!!!  
Or else you'll end up like me,  
using her everyday.  
My sweet heroin . . .  
   
Written by: Mariah Dalli

In every city in the world
You’ll find them there
Chasing dragons in the parks
Faces gaunt’ jaws open ‘never shut'
Dim emotionless eyes take turns to blink
Among these Zombies of the poppies
You might find a friend of mine
Or a faded copy of the original
Blowing across the grimy concrete
Like a dry leaf before the first snow
Living out his life in the twilight
As minds slowly detach from bodies
Desires for love and sex dry up
Till they no longer can fuck
Lethargic bowels become arthritic
Till they no longer can shit

‘The Living Dead’
Yes, there is such a thing!

My old friend walks among them
Someplace, somewhere
You may catch a glimpse
Of his ragged form
Camouflaged against the city grey  
A shadow of a human
Disappearing slowly into oblivion
In chemical emaciation he slowly dissolves  
Till he disappears
As though he was never there
At all

"A Father to my Mother"

At birth I was yellow
The nurses called me
The Neon Crayon
And we were both sick for a year
 
I was raised in an apartment,
Raised in tattoo parties
Hearing those needles buzz
While you all were buzzed
As I probably was
When you’d give me
Bud in my sippy-cup
So I could sleep and not wake up
 
Besides his and your loud voices
I remember all the bumps
All the fights no child should see,
Am I right?
But in my sight they were there
And when you parents split
I colored the walls and pulled my hair,
 
I only had two eyelashes that cared
And two bald spots because I was scared
 
Then came when you chose a guy
And his drug, and I was like nothing,
Maybe a rug, or was I a bug?
 
Did you think that of me?
Years ago still I can feel
I haven’t yet been freed
From when you squashed me,
 
I never thought the same hand
That cradled me as a parent
Would ball up as a fist
And strike me so violent.
 
Let’s go, mom,
Let’s talk about today
About your son who smokes packs away
And panics over you, everyday
 
Hovering over you while you sleep
Under burn holes and sadness
Smelling cheap shit whenever
You talk and watching you
Hold on to walls as you walk,
Standing half naked in your room
Dancing to grandpa’s old CD’s crying,
Constantly reminded in your face
The time you drank yourself away
 
Lying on the stairs dying
 
Mom, are you my child?
Are you stuck as a teen
Drinking and drugging going wild?
I’m like a father to my mother,
A worrier, a warrior of worry
 
I hope you see what you’ve done to me.

Awesome work so far folks. So deep and meaningful. You have set the bar high for the rest.

A serious contemplation  
of temptation  
and obsession  
an unnatural raw aggression  
as I relapse on my actions  
and decide  
Is this a blessing  
or a curse?  
am I in last?  
or is this first?  
and all that's come to pass  
before my eyes
is this ever raging battle    
to stay sober  
or get high.  
                                                       

Down on my knees
Consumed by sickness
So eager to please
For some quick bliss
Lack of restraint
Deny addiction
No cause for complaint
Feed my afflictions
Curb my hunger with the filth of your dark mind
Take me down into the shadows of your eyes
Drain my blood and fill my veins with metal shavings
Rip my heart out and infuse me with your craving
Drugged and abused
Sore with hunger
Worn from misuse
Senseless, I suffer
Nowhere to hide
The needles fold
This heroin high
Burning my soul
Callous and unforgiving are the hands that feed me
I fight against this disease that consumes me
And in the darkness I find myself stumbling away
Naked and broken with no more words to say

RubbaTina

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RubbaTina; she logged alotta time on that bench
such a wench...used to be Queen Serene
now a not too notable dope fiend
where between another lifetime and now
she got caught on that track
chasing smack; head bopping up & down or placed on her back

now she asking each trick do he like it like that?

RubbaTina; used to be keener
used to be one who was a little less leaner
used to be one with that flowery smell;
sometimes wondering exactly what failed
now she's on the bench crying
a different person, there's no denying

RubbaTina before doin them bids
Long Island Manor; had her two nice kids
a man who cared; family who shared
No pimps, church ladies with contemptuous stares
no talkin to lost beauty no longer found there
livin a life where she actually cared

RubbaTina stuck shit in her arm
wouldn't except help; doin her self selfish harm
right there on that bench; decision to self lynch
from dream to a nightmare
that damsel done stressed




photo: Mckay Jaffe

WOzA!!

These are some Dope Writes. All of 'em. Bar none. There wasn't necessarily any expectations mentioned but these pieces soared pretty high considering such a deep downer topic. Writes were more raw than I expected. Glad mine was a part of this circle. Appreciated the views shared.

rEsPEcT

Congratulations to  m_L!!!!

Thank you guys :D

Thanks be to Violence for sponsoring such an enlighten duel competitions.  And congratulations to M_L and Kritcool.  Everyone's contribution was great.