Needle and Spoon

All strung out for the world to see
hanging from my veins from hole in my mind
I can see darkness, I can see desperation
I can see a temporary fix to this problem

Painted smiles on the walls concern no one
they blacken the needles in an optimistic glare
Passed out or passed on, I’ll do either
let me drown and I’ll be gone

You’ll never hear from me again

My eyes are bloodshot but I can see
the jaundiced potholes that line my arms
Running out of fixtures is the worst part
this is my last bag so I’ll make it last

I wish I was dead or at least numb
I did everything to escape this broken world
But I could never escape myself
or the voices that taunt me

Over and over and over and over

The End

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