I chase the dragon now,
 but I rode one with you
 the gang tattoo
 adorning your bare back
 took me swimming under waves of laughter
 and I'd punch your shoulder, when I needed to breath.
 And you would rise.
 Water cascading off us back into the oneness of the ocean.
 But I chase the dragon now. 

A precious stone such as hope
 is a commodity wasted on me,
 Father throw pearls to pigs 
 and feed me through a tube
 just a few more coins is all I ask this time.
 Your love smells like metals and earth
 Sweet sense I've known since birth.
 I've strayed a street away from home
 You can see me but I can't hear your call.
 Watch me poison myself until I heave
 My heart from chest, blood drip dripping,
 I'll hand it to you.
 But, Father, don't waste hope on me. 

If honesty was a trumpet 
 calling out in the dark- I am tired 
 of living between highs
 mountains of lies and begs and schemes.
 I break you to pieces.
 Searching for recovery
 but the key is slippery and like smoke
 it filters through my hands,
 trying to fight this is like having metal fists
 and The Great Wall of China to punch to pieces.
 All I'll ask
 is hold my hand.
 But don't waste on me, a second chance.