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Vascular Blues
Even when the room is warm,
Always goose bumps on my, arms
Still I’ll do another shot
With cold shaky hands, always
Losing touch.
Can’t feel my fingers again
Muscle cramps, tingling
But that won’t keep me from
Injecting more
Methamphetamine.
You call it poison,
But I disagree-
It’s euphoria that flows in my
Veins.
Purchasing vitality, ebullience
Lethal doses in a syringe,
Paying with my circulation.
Always goose bumps on my, arms
Still I’ll do another shot
With cold shaky hands, always
Losing touch.
Can’t feel my fingers again
Muscle cramps, tingling
But that won’t keep me from
Injecting more
Methamphetamine.
You call it poison,
But I disagree-
It’s euphoria that flows in my
Veins.
Purchasing vitality, ebullience
Lethal doses in a syringe,
Paying with my circulation.
Published 23rd Feb 2013
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23rd Feb 2013 1:14am
I hope someday,you and I can meet each other,clean and sober...As for now...THEY CALL IT POISON,BUT WE DISAGREE;)
23rd Feb 2013 1:22am
Lived in it, he'll used to cook it, back before shake and bake, I do call it poisin, why is our dark parts more interesting than the rest of us, it's because that's where we place our focus. Hope you both well
23rd Feb 2013 1:59am
