The Real Vampires: Drugs and Alcohol
by Victor RookIt’s not the blood
It’s not the teeth
It’s not the reign
From ghouls beneath
Nor fair white skin
Or blackened capes
Though it cloaks itself
In many shapes
It’s the pot they smoke
And the drugs they take
The glass they pour
From noon till wake
That vape inhaled
That one more puff
That gets them hooked
When things get rough
It drowns their dread
When love goes wrong
They need it more
To move along
Their spirits sour
As it sucks their souls
When it takes their head
Their ambition slows
Their words ring hollow
Their joy is fake
The devil smiles
When he sees them ache
I’m losing my friends
Though they’re still here
When it takes ahold
They just don’t care
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