The addict

In the middle of the night...
Five people gathered...
In a room...
Formed the circle...

There was something that was spent...
The small package...
Contained powder...
It was similar that tobacco...
Taken a pinch...

Rolled...
Then was sucked...

Took turns...
In accordance with the place...
Suddenly...
It was not yet finished one...
Someone stood...
With staggered step...
Laughed personally...

Drunk...
He was drunk because of marijuana...
Tried to take a step...
However the earth feel like wobbled...
Confused and frightened...
With what was felt...

Such was "Fulan" fate...
Resulting from the influence of the society...
Started from trying...
Till finally addiction...
Spent up all of the money the consignment...
Only to fill the wish...

Every day...
Sit in the corner of his room...
Accompanied a cup of thick tea...
While sucking marijuana...
His life was felt by peace...
Not there is sad...
Only had laughter...

But now...
"Fulan" lay strecthed out weakly...
Was spread out was not powerful...
His body thin remained at bones...
Only could...
Groaned was hurt...

All was finished...
Regret has been was not useful...
The enjoyment for a moment that previously was felt...
Leave the long suffering...
That did not find it easy to be end.