Sap On A Twig

Anticipation burning deep in my bones
I gather my tools and insert my earphones

Feeding the spoon just the perfect amount
Gtting my fix is all i take into account

Uncap the syringe and pull up some water
Careful and gentle like I was holding my daughter

I release into the cool metal and let it dissolve
While my demons take over and my thoughts start to convolve

I watch the cotton as it begins to swell
Further down I descend this stairway to Hell

Suck up every drop and with a FLICK I am ready
Keeping myself stable, cool, calm and steady

Finding a vein that's not blown, swollen or busted
You would think that the tracks would make me disgusted

But no, not I, at least not this time
It numbs all my sadness so to me there's no crime

Theres no need to tie off since my veins are like ropes
I angle them down, like snow-covered slopes

The spot finally found, I exhale with joy
Excited like a child, receiving a new toy

The sharp and cold tip pressed against my skin
 With my eye on the target, I push the the hollow point in

Nervously hoping I didn't go too far
Praying this time, it won't leave a scar

Plunger reversed, I can see blood
So I put on the pressure since the shots thick as mud

Straight to the heart, it travels so fast
I wish that this feeling, forever would last

Empty and finished,  I pull out the rig
Just one drop of blood like sap on a twig