Whirling swirling twirling
My head is on a dizzy merry-go-round
Gasping for air, i turn
And spin around and around

Clutching to the foothold
i pull myself to my feet
But i sense that it is too late
And the "baby" crashes to the street

Bursting out into tiny slivers of gold
the capsule decapitates
My "dreams" shatter
As my brain lacerates

And the rush that once
had been such fun
Suddenly vanishes
in a puddle of blood and run

And as i lay here~
Knowing tomorrow won't ever call~
i suddenly reminisce what bechanced~
the Downfall

1990

04/18/2003

Author's Note: about that last dance with drugs (written at age 16)

Posted on 04/18/2003
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