The dark alley way
Filled with the stench of death
Filled with the stench of blood
The stench of shooting up with needles
Walking through this alley way bouncing around from trash can to trash can
Like i'm playing ping pong with my self
The tattoo on my back burns my very soul every time i think about it
Wait, what was I thinking about again
Whatever;
I pass out next to my cardboard box , 
and collection of needles,
Those are my hobbies,
haunted by the visions of my son,
haunted by the visions of my abused wife
Where are they?
Waking up in this alley way,
Its almost as bad being mentally abused,
by my own mother
my own father
Out side I see my brother
caught by the cops again
But he's no where to be seen,
Love is no where in my brain
Family is no where near the same
My only family are these beer bottles and rats
This drug ******* my soul out like bats
Face down, half way passed out
a light peers down the alley way and it says something to me
Father, is that you