Follow Me In the Footsteps of An Addict

Follow me in the footsteps of an addict
to crack haven avenue
tortured souls,
blind, erractic-
looking through mirrors of glass tubes.
Emotions like stone walls,
hardened faces
having pipe dreams,
the bliss, taking flight on wings
to distant places;
the sweetened lips of crack babies.
Bemused, she sells her jewels
from hell
sex sells and silent mourns
at the bottom of wells
faces lie in nights of dreamless scorn.
Follow me in the footsteps of an addict
with the pipe in the their hand,
and watch them blaze to the sunset skies
no fear of death's brand.
A captive of crime for the product
pages burn in diaries of lust
in the footsteps of an addict
where life is always tragic.