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A junkies plea
A junkies plea
Won't you come save me?
This bottle of rum
from which I try and run
Sinking in sobriety
The black sheep of of society
This syringe of methadone
Just blame my broken home
Crack Cocaine is in my dreams
It's taken over the larger part of me
My heroine addiction
Is my biggest affliction
Crushed up in foil
Morality in turmoil
Oxycontin in a spoon
It really helps me calm my mood
Injection force terminal velocity
Some will tell me this is stupidity
Living fast, skid marks too
Crush and snort, inject my doom.
Won't you come save me?
This bottle of rum
from which I try and run
Sinking in sobriety
The black sheep of of society
This syringe of methadone
Just blame my broken home
Crack Cocaine is in my dreams
It's taken over the larger part of me
My heroine addiction
Is my biggest affliction
Crushed up in foil
Morality in turmoil
Oxycontin in a spoon
It really helps me calm my mood
Injection force terminal velocity
Some will tell me this is stupidity
Living fast, skid marks too
Crush and snort, inject my doom.
Published 11th Jul 2013
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12th Jul 2013 7:26pm
Seems today that blacks the new white when it comes to us sheep. The true black sheep are the ones of us that arent in hidding from our battle within. To thine own self be true. One day we will all be washed white, no longer a slave to our own sin. Keep Up the fight. Great poem.
14th Jul 2013 2:44am
