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[aid] => mick
[title] => Drugs
[time] => 2004-04-01 02:05:33
[hometext] => is it worth it
[bodytext] => Life Of A Junkie He was tall, dark and slim Yet there was no future for him His eyes they bulged, his nerves they tingled His feelings were mixed, for the crowd With whom he mingled He used to be good, made no mistakes Until that night, he couldn't remember, when He went for a drink, but got a score And landed in bed, with a cheap rate whore That very next morning, he thought he had fun He said to himself "My lifes just begun" That night he got ready, money in pocket Went for a hit and couldn't care, how he got it And when he did, life was so much better, he thought But now looking back, his eyes fill with tears He knows he is hooked, his mind's filled with fear His arms are like pin cushions, his veins like rivers His body is weak, it shakes and it quivers He needs some stuff, but has no dough His life drains away, very slow ******************************************************** Sheep The syringe is loaded The needle is bared The vein has risen The boy is scared His friends are all doing it Having fun This will not hurt Not just this one He's just a sheep, following the pack He'll end like them all, hooked up on smack He'll not know what's hit him Until it's too late Then he'll have reached, his sheepish fate ******************************************************** His Room The room was buzzing, aroma filled air The light was shining, a constant glare The pictures were changing, constantly differ The carpet was flowing, just like a river Objects were melting, reforming again This is his room, it's more like a den To the world outside, he is oblivious To the room inside, he is submissive In his room, he smokes and he sniffs In his room, he really lives In his room, he is constantly high And in his room, he'll eventually die ******************************************************** Friend Or Foe Friend or foe, high or low In your system, fast or slow Out of your mind, by popping pills Giving you feelings, imaginary thrills Making you hot, making you cold Making you weak but making you bold You're in a rut, you can't escape Friend or foe, making you shake You're needing more, you can't get enough Friend or foe, is killing you off ******************************************************** Glue Got to get a buzz Got to get high Got to get a buzz I'd like to learn to fly I'd like to be normal Breath fresh air But it's stuck to my lips Stuck to my hair It's in a tin It's in a bag It's up at my mouth I'm starting to gag It's in my lungs It's in my head It killing my brain cells Soon I'll be dead ******************************************************** The Trip The voyage was long, full of twists and bends With colours all around, starting to blend Images were blurring, changing, constantly differ This was his trip, like floating down a river His thoughts were lost, somewhere, nowhere An empty mind, dull eyes and a blank stare He was in the clouds, this was his high This was his trip, like floating in the sky His speech was slow, in fact, he made no sound As with a crash, he hit the ground Down he kept going, until he could go no more His final trip buried him, in the devils core [comments] => 3 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 13 [informant] => parkman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 11 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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