A junkie is the last word you said to me
I ran away
twisted the hot glass between my fingers till the burning i could no longer take
you found me behind my favorite rose garden, tangled in the prickly branches
the horror on your face as you watched me sink into abyss with my last make believe hit
I breath nothing but tainted smoke after burn and without fail strike it up again
holding onto a flicker that something may come.
As you stand there staring at the nothing i have become
Red hot burst and glass fly everywhere
Some cut my lip and you smear the blood away.
we both cry
You kneel over me and pick the few out of my hair
You take my hands and pull me out.
You untangle my soul from the thorns gnawing at whats left of me
you carry me home, all the while telling me you love me but you hate what i have become. "CHANGE" whispers in the summer wind.
I agree in hopes to passify your heart once more and make you stay, when what i truly want is one more last hit.
I sink into the warm bed. It feels so good to drift off to sleep. I haven't done this in so long. Tomorrows a new day. I wont need it tomorrow if i can just get threw the night.
I will need you forever.
heroin, how dare you take away my life and feel so good at the same time.
I will walk away from H forever tonight, and in you find a forever friend.
