Creeps and hovers over me.
From the tip of my head to the ends of my feet
There’s no way to describe it accurately.
Pain from a prick, leads to immediate relief
A calm, a warmth, the ability to breathe
Surely but slowly it brings me to sleep
It’s a sad fucking state but at least I don’t weep
Until it’s gone and I plead!
Itches under my sleeve
My veins suddenly scream
They know what they need
They beg me to feed them
I tie up so I can see them
I squeeze down, I pull back
And drift off into black
But temporarily I’m free
After some bad company
And until my next spree,
Say goodbye to the needle
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