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Posts Tagged ‘heroin

.Dropping Anchor

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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”.


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January 11, 2009 at 8:56 pm

.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