Heroin, you insidious bastard
Upright, resigned in my 28 gauge casket
Like a transparent dog you nipping at my heel
and I shout out horrendous obscenities
a passerby abjectly scurries
I seemingly walk-backwards
frothing, hacking up my soul
endless pain, choking shame, damn your toll.
Damn your love sweet sensation
with hallow promises of new elevation
You're a sweet old lady
with a blood stained knife hidden in your pocket
I peek at you through sordid fingers
as you linger over a blue face child.
So dark yet to you I creep
until you allow
deaths final sleep.
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