Subject To Change

Do you know what it’s like
To be your own drug?
To feel the urge to sink in
And swim in your blood
To seat yourself on a heated spoon
And immerse yourself in the sweet perfume
Only to find that you are once again
Caught in the middle of a used syringe
To be pushed through a needle
Into your favourite vein
To revisit the streets
Where they all know your name
And as you pass by
You wouldn’t care to say “Hi”
Or even look them straight in the eye
You keep to yourself
and not a single one else
Knows the pain that lies inside
So you tuck yourself in
At a Bed & Breakfast inn
And stay a couple of nights
Till you lose track of time
As the days pass you by
And you forget how to say “Goodbye”.