I can see him there just lying on the couch,
He may look dead to anyone but hes just strung out.
Let me tell you about the life of a junky, I promise it won't be to long,
How it all happens is very fast, so many things gone wrong.
He was such a bright young man whos days went by ever so slow,
The brightest one in his class always the star of the show.
Everything he touched just instantly turned to high polished gold,
His future was so bright he would still be popular even during his days of old.
But one day the bright sky of blue started to give way to the darkness of night,
The flames of his passions were not there, he started to stray from the light.
He came home one day and looked like his life had been bled dry from his body,
He stopped caring for things, he never bothered finishing his black belt for karate.
His eyes were an unnatural color of dark crimson red,
He stopped putting up his shades, he never got out of bed.
He dropped out of school, shut his family out of his life,
He tried to kill himself one day because his girlfriend refused to become his wife.
I tried to be a good mother and give him the love and attention that every son needs,
But the day he turned violent I knew someone had planted within him the most evil of seeds.
One time I caught him shooting up the most vile poison that could possibly be around,
There were so many track marks its like his beautiful tan skin was not to be found.
One day we tried to have him commited but his strength was strong that day,
He lunged at my husband who was driving and the car wound up going the wrong way.
As I tried to push him back we hit another car head on,
When I woke up in the hospital they told me my husband was forever gone.
It has been three years to that heart breaking day,
Three years since my husband was taken from me and my son still has nothing to say.
Its as if his mind has been lost or it has just all rotted away,
Only an empty shell remains just decaying day after day.
I can not tell you how many times I have thought about ending his life,
But I am his mother, I or no one else has that right.
The days pass now but ever so quick,
My son is offically lost, he will forever be sick.
Nothing more can I do, every option has been used up to this point,
Even as I sit here and tell this hes lighting up another joint.
But I have one more card that has yet to be revealed,
One last option that will have my hand forever dealed.
I know he won't hear it and I know he will never feel any pain,
But will I be the mother whos sons blood will be on her forever stained?
I look as the metal gleams in the dimness of the light,
I rest the gun just inches from his head about to end his sorry god fosaken life.
But as I'm about to pull the trigger his whole life flashes before my eyes,
I can see my little baby growing up, my how the time does fly.
With tears of sorrow streaming down my grief stricken face,
I pull the trigger, as my son slumps forward his life just gone to waste.
I now place the gun in my mouth the metal the only thing I can taste,
The blood of my son stained upon me the consequence I must face.
Pulling the trigger has forever ended all my grief and pain,
The last thing I feel is my body falling back ending the life of a mother and her child who were never sane.
