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I miss my methadone

My rose colored glasses
broken and crushed
the light too bright for my new born eyes
 
Born into the world of the clean
not ready for the ride
I miss the tender embrace of my queen
 
Warming my body and soul
sleep walking through the world
not letting any thing affect me
 
I still dream of the poisonous kiss
of my lost lover
who would take me down nice and slow
 
Flowing down the river of life  
not letting any pain show and if the knife of life struck
no blood would you see my pink lover healed me
 
I miss my methadone
every day I kneeled at her thrown
she was my goddess, I was her slave
 
She made the path and I gladly followed
I hate being clean
my mind can't seem to get into the ebb and flow of life
 
Does my dream of my queen seem obscene?
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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