BOOM!!!
Creeping Death
Part I
The Old Man
Seein' the man in the darkness i placed my hand where my heart is...
as the hardest of eyes pierced deeply into the farthest...
depths of my soul, with his breath of ripe mold creasing his mouth...
releasing the stout hes drinkin' which wasnt easing my doubt...
that this greasy devout bum can help me escape from my end...
what the fuck can he do? besides give me some rum or gin...
i thought he could use a friend, till i saw his eyes cross my breast n thighs...
ive had the best of guys since i was 15, im too blessed n wise...
to mess with this scrub, this fuck looks too far from innocent...
but why did i dream of him? fuck it, it must be a coincidence...
he smiled a toothless grin, i winced as i dropped him a quarter...
then ran like a sp.ic to the border to try to get my life in order...
Part II
Back at Home...
my body is itchin', hands are shaking from some inner affliction...
i felt like marshalls mother as i popped prescription pills in the kitchen...
the friction inside my body didnt show, peeps wanted to ride this hottie...
they wanted to slide their shotty inside n pull the trigger like john gotti...
but my guy bought me everything i wanted but the thing i want most...
from rump roast for me to cook to trips down the cajun coast...
but when i asked for what i wanted most, i was greeted with slaps here...
n there till i felt trapped, fear buildin up like waitin for a papsmear...
ive taken this crap near the limit, but im appearin' timid...
n if i can have what i want, shit i would have no fear of this dimwit...
as he drank beer n "kicked it", i went to the spot the bum is dwellin in...
i felt inside, that this guy can really help me out of the hell im in...
Part III
Back to Square One...
i approached the bum, and he was layed out soaked in rum...
it was a pity seeing him laid out where all the roaches come...
he sat up, "IM FOCUSED SON!!!" was the words that he spoke...
"oh shit my bad, i was havin a nightmare" after that i almost broke...
back to my splintered house, but i had some shit to figure out...
n he said, "your the bitch from my dream" as he pulled his dentures out...
"i thought that was u, look i can help u escape the pain your in...
and then he handed me the thing i wanted, a bag of heroin...
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I took the shit right there next to him, as he cackled n smiled...
my body took it all in, shit i havent had this smack in awhile...
the old man started to fade, and he dissapeared with his toothless grin...
n then my heart stopped, as i escaped this ruthless world im in...