Buy, buy, buy the drugs
Pop the pills, my little red pills
My favorite ones, they make me ill.
…the silver gleam on a cheap razor,
It bites my skin and leaves its flavor.
A copper trail left in its wake,
I flood the tub, lie down and wait!
Violent fingers shoved down my throat,
I know right now I’m meant to choke.
Fizzing up and out my throat is Diet Coke,
Random red stains my sink.
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