Off Your Local Heroin Dealer

it's not fun anymore
just another itch
throw the switch
flush the vein
feel a twitch
then it all goes
it all goes far away

needles in my skin
pokes through the sane
never feeling, no pain
dreams sold in vain

two hundred pounds
four men
three months
one needle
six feet

numbers and numbers
no names, just statistics
nothing is static
everything is evolving
everything is falling

everything is falling apart

standing proud
on another corner
selling misery
gun clap, everyone shouts

no remorse
no recognition
no sorry
no you

one needle

six feet
Written by Results_May_Vary (Seth_)
Author's Note
Eleven years ago today, one of my best friends from childhood was put into a coma after a heroin overdose. Three months later, his mom took him off life support. He was 24. To this day, I will not know what made him do so much, nor will I ever get a reponse to the message I sent him the day before his OD. I hate heroin and anyone involved in its distribution.
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