From one same day into another, I feel a captivity which grips me fast. When things get heavy I search for cover, And a rush, a joy which’ll always last. The thick, hot, syrup flows through my arm, Bringing release I need so badly. Some people say it’ll do me harm, I guess they haven’t tried it, sadly. I’ve said I’ll stop, yeah maybe one-day, I’ll pack it in and see life for real. You see this street only goes one-way, It’s pure, essential pleasure I feel. Friends, what friends, I’ve got smack, Who needs anything more than that? They can’t see, without it I’d crack, Heroin don’t need any mindless chat. They say if you took a thousand monkeys, and threw a needle into the room. There’s sure as hell to be one junkie, Drifting away, into the gloom.
Reason for writing:
Someone asked me to write them a poem about drugs for their drama exam.
Birth sign: Virgo
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