The smell was there
Old
Wasted
Dead people
Yet in they walked
Crawled
Needed

The ticket to life
Beyond doctors door
The calm of those words
A cure for the all

A look at each other
The waiting that call
They know all your wanting
Drug takers us all

A limp from a stranger
All left in their walk
The circles surround him
The death knoll do quell

So here I do join them
I wonder my fate
A drug full of wonder
My illness belate