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A Slave to Powder

Death holds no bearing in my powdered journey,
Nose filled to the brim with desperation,
A brick through a windshield,
My pride shatters on the pavement

No mystery to be solved here,
No rhyme or reason,
No slate to wipe clean,
No water to put out this forest fire

Walk down this road with me
Snort my words and savior every second
Fall into a sleep with me,
Let us smile into eternity

Blissful sensations grab a hold of me
Devoid of sorrow and anguish
Inner tranquility,
A balance never to be shook

An escape route,
Down this path I travel,
Nodding in and out of a reality

Rationalize my insanity
Suppress my morality
Increase my dosage
Decrease my desire to live

Internal voices offer warnings
One friend glued to my side
Help me gain the strength,
The courage to face what lies a head,
The will to want more than a fix

On second thought,
Give me a buck and a blade,
A straw and a stogge,
A battle and a hill,
A life,
And a dumpster to throw it into

One step forward,
Two steps backward,
A cycle, a pattern, a rhythm I�ve adopted
A label, an image, a person I�ve become,
An addict

Please excuse me while I go fill my nose with more dope,
Tomorrow calls for a change,
And if not tomorrow,
Then next week sounds more promising

Now and Forever,
A slave to heroin