"To Walk That Cold Lonely Path"
I dream of life I dream of death
I dream of that candy crystal meth
I dream of that fire running through my vein
And lying naked in the cooling rain
I miss the rush and exhilaration
I miss the burn of the needle's penetration
I miss the feeling of being able to take on anything and win
I miss looking in the mirror at that tooth grinding grin
Strange thing is I don't miss them enough
Because I remember when the shit got rough
Acking in every joint for just one hit
Helplessly wondering if I could ever quit
Watching my dream of ecstasy turn into a nightmare
Wathing that tooth grinding grin turn into a cold empty stare
Destroying more than I would ever realize
Slowly extinguishing that flame in her warm loving eyes
I lost almost everything that was a necessity for me to live
I greedily took everything she was willing to give
I was destroying myself I didn't care
I was slowly destroying our love it was more than she could bare
I walked that cold lonely path with true friend
But even she had to get away from me in the end
Memories of past and dreams of my future gave me strenth to carry on
My need for cocaine and crystal meth now are gone
Yes I still feel teh burning in every joint
I know I will never feel another needle's point
Memories sometimes haunt me in my sleep
I could never go back the pain runs too deep
This is most probably the most honest poem I have ever written. Those who know me on a personal level, know I am honest about my addiction. I have been clean since April 1991. Unfortunately I never had the chance to thank
Tina Johnson for saving my life. She passed away before I got the chance to say, thank you.
Charles Gaudin
