The devil.(drugs)

Blood shot eyes, that never cry
and a face that has done wrong
Dying like an Autumn leaf
but still he stands so strong.

A life of drugs and misery
has lead him to his fate
He's dancing with the devil
and sleeping by his gate.

Infections crawling over him
and a disease that kills
the needle shoots that bullet
giving him that thrill.

Another sleepless night
with the devil by his side
Sleeping on the streets,
losing every ounce of pride.

His clothes are old and dirty
he's never had a meal.
His body is filled with gashes
that never truly heal.

He's craving another hit
and takes what he can find
He's satisfied for now at least
but his life will just unwind.

his screws have come undone
the blood has now been spilled
The devil has done his damage
with this man he has just killed.