Standing on a strange street corner waiting
Knowing that soon you will be better has you anticipating
The wait is only minutes but they feel like hours
No umbrella despite the rain showers
Then you see him coming and feel ecstatic
But as he gets closer,his behaviour seems sporadic
Then the exchange goes flawless,excitement begins to grow
No words are spoken,not even for show
You finally get back to your safe place
Getting your rig ready is like a feverish race
The draw up goes smooth
And you tie off above the old faithful groove
As you poke to find the right vein,
When you can't you panic and it feels as if you are going insane
You finally see the beautiful red mix with the brown
As you push it in,you feel like a King would wearing his crown
But this time it's different,something is not right
You fall out instead of taking the flight
Friend finds you unresponsive and calls for help
Your mother arrives and lets out a blood-curdling yelp
You are aware of none of this because you are now dead
Leaving friends and loved ones filled with dread
You may cheat the Spector many times
Like a Judge,he has taken you for your crimes
The funeral comes and it goes
But the pain for your family continues to grow
Before you decide to selfishly satisfy your needs
Remember all the family you left to grieve
It is a smart Demon and it's easy to listen to
Just remember all the people you left behind that love you
It is an everyday struggle for a lot of us human beings
But next time you pick up the rig,try putting yourself in their shoes and see what the are seeing
Live every day as if it is your last
For the Reaper strikes ferociously fast