Intravenous Drug Abuse
The delicate strand of my vein
Is the highway to escape my pain.
The air gets stuck in my throat when I see red,
I hold my breath while the beast is fed.
When the syringe is emptied out,
The joy in my mind is what I’m talking about!
That sweet rush that warms your seat
Is something I could endlessly repeat!
I dream at night of my next blast,
Anticipating the future, savoring the past.
Every time the deed is done,
I patiently await the next one.
Sometimes I wait only hours, soon I fear waiting years
For my drug I shed real tears.
I know I will never quit
Part of who I am is getting lit.
I accept both sides of the deal,
I tremble when my dreams become real.
If I’m forced to feel it when it hurts,
I’m gonna relish it when the blood spurts.
I accept my addiction, my muse
I clarify, I confuse.
Just let your judgments lie,
For me the only good that exists is when I get high.
i wrote this 2 years ago, fyi i have been sober for 18 months! just found this. N.Hackbarth
2007-08-19
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