-“ it’s a funny feeling Knowing My favorite thing to do Will probably be The last thing I ever do . To some That may sound Like a dream, But not To A heroin fiend…… two-three-four- …. Your fingers rake my spine. Baby, no denyin’ Almost feels like dyin’ But I’m trying to maintain. You warned me before That it pours when it rains. Don’t entice me no more Cause I can’t take the temptation. Woke up on the floor With a dim recollection. My taste may be poor But I crave your connection Just gimme one more For the road. I’m feeling the weight of the load Of this definitive conviction But something is missing. Sweating, my body is sore. My hands are cold. Potential, I’m pissing. Reminiscing mmmm… But I’m still on a roll. Nothing up my sleeve But an H in the hole. Lose or win I’m all in and it’s too late to fold. Love sick. For your quick fix. Your addiction is pimping me. I’m your dirty trick. I feel you, pushing through… A perfect sunrise; a pleasant surprise, entering- At the places where life, slowly eroding, Cut like new. I bleed myself dry, making my way A OneNote song I’ve played and I’ve played. A sleaze. Dripping with The need. Slither into my blood. Fill me with your dead seed To take root. Methadone efforts Don’t taste like your dopekisses Don’t stick like your syringes Don’t hit me like your fixes….. A peek in, Soft, soft wrist. Nod. If you need me, I’ll be hiding underneath the river of piss. The mind wasn’t labored. Fool’s illness was a gift. Let me die. Die in bed. Shoved drug. Injection blood. Go down to stay. Override anything. Needed the medication. Living a treatment Grams occupied A trip to a place where I’m not going anywhere. You relate to my strains… Let’s just inject some veins- The sun went in, light spread inside Listened to the call, ….Changed. I feel you, pushing through. A perfect sunrise. A pleasant surprise., entering At the places where life, slowly eroding, Cut like new. I bleed myself dry, making my way A OneNote song I’ve played and I’ve played A sleaze. Dripping with the need. Slither into my blood. Fill me with your dead seed. To take root. Methadone efforts Don’t taste like your dopekisses Don’t stick like your syringes Don’t hit me like your fixes… …. “You’re my heroin.” I need you More than The needle. Your loss. Hurts more than the withdrawal. Honey, You’re my heroine. You’re my heroin. I’m begging you to save me from myself. Release me From this iron tendency. Relieve this itch. My nervous twitch. This blood bond so deep in the heart of me Where my black soul craves your f——ing love. I don’t know what That word means anymore. The fix, It’s what’s breaking me. So fix me. The cure has become the disease. And I ail. And I loathe. I need you Worse than the needle. So pierce through This weathered skin; I need you, but, d—-it , it’s true-…. I need the needle, Too. I feel you, pushing through. A perfect sunrise. A pleasant surprise., entering At the places where life, slow slowly eroding Cut like new. I bleed myself dry, making my way Oh, a one note song now so long how live I will play til I die die die A sleaze dripping with a need slither into my blood fill me with your dead seed to take root methadone efforts. Don’t taste like your kisses. Don’t stick like your syringes. Don’t hit me like your fixes. I’m finished. (To self:) -“Shot?” (Self:)- “SHOOOOT.”
