BITTER NIGHTS

The world as they know it has gone insane.
This crystal-meth is to blame.
All her friends have lost their minds.
She's hooked on a high she can no longer find.
The streets & needles flow with the crank,
Many a tender heart it sank.
The Parties: Now funerals where the Devil Drank.
As she walked these Bitter Nights;
The empty souls like Summer kites,
So empty and cold, her soul she sold;
For one more bump, just one more jump,
Love Help them all; she watched her dead body fall.