Analysis of Crack Addicted Mother

Eyes bloodshot red looking demonic, feet fast as fast lighting supersonic, lips black as hell's gates, teeth sharp as razor blades of death, her sweet, satisfying, skillful singing flooded the air as the crack cocaine came running to greet her,

In this poisonous womb of despair I just hope to survive, her tears ran down her face like the river Euphrates, hook on that white demon I cried, I am just a fetus struggling to survive, when I am born hopefully I will be my mother's addiction, not popping pills and prescriptions. I just want a chance at life to change the world for the better, and to make you happy momma, even If I do not survive I will love you forever my love will not die.