Addict in Chains

Light drains from him, the addict in chains, 

Stale mustard skin and blackened worm veins,  

Stand six foot tall, yet weighs eighty pounds, 

His tiny frame arched, gangrene embrowned. 

Imprisoned in the blackest of days,  

How he loathes life, let him count the ways, 

In cracked mirrors, crooked glances met, 

By eyes bleached red with stinging sweat. 

The child of his heart that used to sing, 

Is long now slain and lies decaying, 

In the child’s place, the junkie doth reign, 

His eyes will not see daylight again.