The Emperor

Walking the street
Looking for X or Speed
He's the Emperor of Evermore
But the Emperor is obviously up to no good
Known by the men
And his drug dealing friends
As W or Walter as he prefers
Just as long as no one calls him the Emperor

Unearthing to breathe
Sucking in all the rocks and leaves
He lights his head up once again although he should be
Preaching, which is where he wants to be…

Acting the part
A bible close to his heart
But not for purposes of fishing for men
It's for protection should a junkie try to do him in
Swaying and then some
From his sophomore dementia
Moths are hanging around downtown
They're made of meth, dragged to death stronger men to the ground

Unearthing to breathe
Sucking in all the rocks and leaves
He lights his head up once again
And although he should be
Preaching which is where he wants to be
It's not that he's lost, he's just OD'ed… again