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[center]Run Off The Mill
The syringe
sucks up the liquid like
a magic vacuum.
Now that I'll probably never
see one again,
No home to return to.
It's not worth it,
but as this liquid enters my vein,
my world spins.
It's become my most,
sacred
place.
Don't run, I hear them scream.
Don't!
Don't!
But I do, just I've done with
this sinful pleasure.
I know I flirt with death,
as the fluid dances within me,
a feeling like this,
there's no measure.
I know taking my vein,
as drug highway,
it's like running off a mill.
Falling to my death.
but I can't ....
can't!
Can't!
Turn back. I've got no will,
left.
Spots within my vision,
are just captured scenes
from a life that wasn't mine.
I hear people call my name,
as tears drip and drop,...
but I have no strength to answer in time.
To answer
that I'm not quiet dead.
No!!!
Don't bury me!!!!!
I'm not dead!!!!
I'm Not Fucking Dead!!!
Heroin has a face?
and it's laughing hysterically
in my head!
It pushes me,
nips at me...
Its laugh ringing in my ears,
like an evil witch.
And I run,
stumble and run again,
damn being hooked on this shit,
is quiet a bitch!
In my happy place...
which is no more.
I find my self reaching the mill,
and at the bottom...
which bottom?
it's a bottomless pit!
I'm pushed... i fall forever...
And as I wake up.
I'm back,
with the another fix,
I know it's not worth it!
But I can't help it!
I know it's gonna end the same,
as I stick the needle back into my arm,
I find my self running off the same Mill
Once again. [/center]
The syringe
sucks up the liquid like
a magic vacuum.
Now that I'll probably never
see one again,
No home to return to.
It's not worth it,
but as this liquid enters my vein,
my world spins.
It's become my most,
sacred
place.
Don't run, I hear them scream.
Don't!
Don't!
But I do, just I've done with
this sinful pleasure.
I know I flirt with death,
as the fluid dances within me,
a feeling like this,
there's no measure.
I know taking my vein,
as drug highway,
it's like running off a mill.
Falling to my death.
but I can't ....
can't!
Can't!
Turn back. I've got no will,
left.
Spots within my vision,
are just captured scenes
from a life that wasn't mine.
I hear people call my name,
as tears drip and drop,...
but I have no strength to answer in time.
To answer
that I'm not quiet dead.
No!!!
Don't bury me!!!!!
I'm not dead!!!!
I'm Not Fucking Dead!!!
Heroin has a face?
and it's laughing hysterically
in my head!
It pushes me,
nips at me...
Its laugh ringing in my ears,
like an evil witch.
And I run,
stumble and run again,
damn being hooked on this shit,
is quiet a bitch!
In my happy place...
which is no more.
I find my self reaching the mill,
and at the bottom...
which bottom?
it's a bottomless pit!
I'm pushed... i fall forever...
And as I wake up.
I'm back,
with the another fix,
I know it's not worth it!
But I can't help it!
I know it's gonna end the same,
as I stick the needle back into my arm,
I find my self running off the same Mill
Once again. [/center]
Published 25th Oct 2013
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25th Oct 2013 9:09pm
This was one hell of a wicked write about heroin addiction.. I've been there but could never describe this demon the way you did.. peace Crim
26th Oct 2013 3:23am
25th Oct 2013 9:25pm
I have never experienced addiction...although I have been surrounded by those who fall into them...Very Well expressed...Excellent Pen!! xx
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28th Oct 2013 6:52pm
Thank You Dart.
To be truthful, I've never been addicted to heroin,
but I'm just portraying my self as one, and how it must feel like to live in a Dimension where everything is just a trap or cycle starting all over again, by just the injection of the drug
To be truthful, I've never been addicted to heroin,
but I'm just portraying my self as one, and how it must feel like to live in a Dimension where everything is just a trap or cycle starting all over again, by just the injection of the drug
27th Oct 2013 5:03pm
So well thought out and such a great read, I really felt connected to this poem
28th Oct 2013 6:52pm
