Subject To Change

“Everything changes, nothing remains without change.” Buddha

.Something Beautiful, Something Free

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Like a junkie pleading for one last hit
I feel the need now more than I ever did
Bleeding myself for the blood of my joy
Meddling with needles as though they were toys

I want something beautiful
I want something free
But nothing in life
Comes without a fee

And I have paid the price
Yes, I have paid it well
And I will serve my time
In the jail that you call hell

But that does not bother me
For myself, I’ve always dared
I knew what the risks were
And I was always scared

For an eternity of suffering
Seems quite painful indeed
But just an ounce of heroin
Could give me all I need

So I will tie my arm for one last time
With a black balloon and a gun in my hand
I feel the needle prick and the rush seep in
I take a deep breath with a bullet at the end.


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December 15, 2008 at 9:00 am

3 Responses

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  1. hmmm


    December 15, 2008 at 10:11 am

  2. you are right. Nothing comes free.


    December 15, 2008 at 12:08 pm

  3. drugs ruin beautiful souls


    December 16, 2008 at 8:15 pm

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