A Hero-in mindMature

My life was a ton of drug abuse...

Did things only conceivable in dreams...

You wouldn't believe what I struggled through...

Just thinking I can hardly breathe...

I mean, picture this if you think you can...

Skin draped over skeleton bones & teeth...

A mind guided by the Devils hand...

Withdrawn in a motel, Cold & weak...

 

 

The End

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