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   Half sotted, wirh nasal passnages correded

and veins sunk-in-tar-permiated,

the parantals sit the couch.

while on a sheetles urine-stained matress,

the children await the madness;

with frozen-trauma stares and horror-clawed-hands,

the little sleep senty awake as the vapors foul the air.

   the rank-mildewed carpet nausiates the heel,

stained by poison alcohal and eroded by revolting life.

nicotine oozes from the ceiling, another sweltering

crack pipe melts through the couch,

the babies tear off thier clothes by the burnholes,

and the dolls shed fairytale tears while lying on beds of shatteres glass.

The spit of slurred soul scarring insults hits like a boot to the mouth,

and bloodfilled fingerprints harden in the shapes of bruised

and fractured bones on a pack of cigarettes.

and the love is as spoiled as putrid milk,

and the addiction, more insane tham psychotic surgeons obsesseion for,

the odor of blood.

and the hate is as thick as the earthe core.

and the gun in the closest, and knives in the drawer,

twitch in frenzy......imploring to be used.