Froth

Needles and spoons and bubbly drugs
He felt good until he felt bad
He went out and searched
All around all the town
And found more stuff from the thugs

Family vanished and left him for dead
He felt nothing not even the dread
His friends were the pains
The misery of the plan
The plan that would bring his deathbed

In the alley, naked without cloth
He lied with his eyes rolled
His memory erased
His life ends thus doth
From his mouth escaped the blood froth

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