The Junkie

Dissolve the white power in the spoon
Push the needle into your vein
Close your eyes in anticipation of the high
Don’t think about the reality that you could die

Get up in the morning and look in the mirror
Can you hear the voice in your head?
“You need to quite this scene…it’s a killer!!”
“How many times does it have to be said?”

“No way…it’s too late…you too far gone
You are hooked…all the way to the bone!”
There is no escape, no way of leaving
As your body craves, you start heaving

The rope applies pressure, chokes from the outside in
The bullet also from outside penetrates
But that cursed white power works from within
Poisoning your body until it finally breaks

You thought it was peace
This calm feeling of dwelling in space
But in reality it’s the cold grip of death
Killing your emotions, with a death-like carelessness

Now you are here, an empty shell
Not sure which way you’d be better off
Alive or dead
Either way, it doesn’t matter anymore
You are already dead…you know!!