Rock of Madness

Have we descended into a world of madness?

Where the only escape is a realm of drugs.

Breathing in the burning euphoria,

choking as it grasps your throat.

Death knocking with every flame.

Home has become the hydrant at the corner.

Water in the gutters fit for a king,

a Kingdom of sticks and stones.

Fallen from the heavens,

burning rock as bright as morning star.