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junkie no. 1
the reaper cometh
for me and all the other
little junkie boys
still going to bed with nightlights
and lullabies
watching monstrous shadows
dance across the wall
eyes closed, prayers said
rolling in the cold
lonely of the night
hoping against all odds
for a storybook ending
don't forget, when you leave
please turn out the light
for me and all the other
little junkie boys
still going to bed with nightlights
and lullabies
watching monstrous shadows
dance across the wall
eyes closed, prayers said
rolling in the cold
lonely of the night
hoping against all odds
for a storybook ending
don't forget, when you leave
please turn out the light
Published 14th Apr 2023
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29th Apr 2023 3:47am
Yeah, addiction will mess you up! I used to be addicted to opioids myself. I've been clean a while now, and I STILL struggle with sleep and feeling comfortable. "Rolling in the cold" gives me chills just thinking about it. Haha. "Lonely in the night" reminds me of the band Down's lyrics, "Under the silk, in a box of pine, and that's dying. Not a single other life ever will have to feel my price - is it worth the risk of being revived?" Jonesing is a lonely struggle. Anyway, thanks for sharing.
