Crystal fire

This is how it could start
The event that could tear your life apart
Here's the story
It will give you reason to worry
A friend of mine
His life was fine
Until he hung out with the wrong crowd
The voice saying bad idea was loud
He picked up meth
There's a reason it rhymes with death
One of the many who turned to dope
Because he could not cope
An amazing poet
Who could no longer show it
His brain turned to paste
Oh my god! What an awful waste!
His heads was full of words
Floatin free as a bird
But he had ta take it and toke
Filling his body with smoke
By the time he tried to stop
His life was already a flop
Continually wired
Off that crystal fire
He killed all the brillant ideas in head
Stomped em' till all were dead
Now his genius can't show
He chose not to say no
The light in his eyes grew dim
His future looked very grim
Learning to steal
So he'd always have drugs to deal
It took his teeth
Filled his friends with grief
He couldn't do the math
And learn to walk down the right path
The end result from this is he's sorely missed
Lying dead in a pauper's grave
All due to a craving he could not stave
This drug will steal your soul
It all begins with one bowl
I can only only pray
That you don't learn the hard way
Understand this lesson
With drugs don't be messin'
I hope these words you'll take to heart, my friend
The tale is told and now this poem is at its end