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Herion

Unlike her cousins
she hides a darker sin
burnt baggy eyes and a devious grin
She has ladders built in her soul
And pulls them out when
she's angry tired and bold

Up.. up..up right in her nose
And she cowardly boast
"Im in control"
Sadly No, a learned condition
So I watch from a distant
As She climbs to her death
Then back to sleep
to regain strength
A drowsy uncomfortable trance
A far away glance

Oh she's up again
searching For hope
Tighter...tighter
as she pulls on the rope
In goes the pin
Under the vein as she slides in
Ahhhhhhh
And theres' a Nod
Lower and lower
Oh my God!
everything goes with the queen of dope
still believes in A God but walk with no hope
Shes in control
And believes it So
I'm holding her hand as she let's go
Im holding her hand as she go.

Stillalive1971
Written by Stillalive1971
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Author's Note
I lost a friend
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