Sep 03, 2013 01:01
$14.00
That’s the amount of bills in my wallet and bank account
Now I’m searching purses for change I can count
I need money for a hit, what I crave what I need
I just needle a little for my veins to water Satan’s seed
Then I’ll be calm and happy my worries far away
Perhaps in the future I won’t love you need you one day
For now in my body, veins, heart and mind heroin will stay
I scrounge around looking for cash
I desperately try to find some remnants from an old stash
Desperation, exasperperation, prespiration
Just take me down the rabbit hole
Submerge me like a warm ocean, take me whole
Heroin.. I fucking need you.
junky,
poem,
heroin,
addiction,
drugs,
poetry