Speak Up

Some call it crystal, others call it crank. It makes your thoughts mystical. Sometimes you wake up with a shank. It crushed my belief. I wish I could stop this grind. It rotted my teeth. I left my life behind. It's a deadly potion. I didn't believe them when they said "never". It left me with no emotion, now I'm stuck with this forever. There's a reason that meth rhymes so well with death.