Addicted to brown x

Shaking needing
She'd sell her soul for
Another fix
Just a little bit
To feel the familiar sting

The black version of reality
The junk steadily brings

She can stop any time now
Just not today
She tells her self tomorrow
Will be a clean fresh day

Lying in an abandoned house
Her cheek pressed against the dirty concrete floor
She wishes for it to take her away once more

Her vomit forms a puddle
That her face is pressed against
The shit is in her hair
Every where
She's made another fucking mess

She hears faint noises
And occasionally sees visions of feet
It keeps her calm
Knowing that she must still be breathing

She doesn't want to die
Just wants the dirtiness of the junk to take her away
She was once the high school beauty queen
A far cry of what she is today

A few hours pass
And she comes to from her slumber
It won't be long now
Until she needs another

She stands herself up
The vomit has dried
She is used to it now
She doesn't look at it twice

This abandoned house
Littered with needles and mouse
Graffiti fills the walls
And a couple of mattresses junk addicted whores

So many souls have died in this house
What's one more ?

The first time she came here she couldn't ignore
But now it's like home
This stained concrete floor

As her body and mind awake at the same time
She hears a bang clash down
She doesn't run to the noise
She knows what it is
Another soul had dropped from the brown

She prepares her arm
Not a clean pice of skin
So she finds an old hole
Pierces the needle in

Lies back her head
And goes with the dark
Only this time it took along with it
Her youth and her heart x