Your longings have finally taken you aback,
how much longer until the next attack?
Feed the monkey on your back once again,
lean back as the needles slides in your skin.

Addiction is a word, just a common phrase,
doesn't apply to you, think you deserve praise?
Glassy eyes, wax skin, description of someone dead,
it applies to you as well, is that any surprise?

Terracotta furniture with bloodstained purpose,
you lie there, with the neddle still stuck in you vein.
Watch the world fade into a better view,
or is it just another hallucination?

The bullets of life are coming your way,
and you traded them in for tied-off condom baggies.
How much more are you willing to give,
when you have nothing left...


...including you.

04/15/2004

Posted on 04/15/2004
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