Addict

He sits at the foot of the stairs,
His hair's a mess,
Eyes bloodshot,
About a couple hours sleep at best,
High as he could get,
Without doing more harm,
And leaving the living for the dead,
Needle in one arm,
Crystals and powders in a bag,
He's seeing angels,
And the girl he couldn't forget,
The reason why he ended up like that.

~Rei Shiori