|Posted by Roshan on September 29, 2009 at 3:06 AM|
Seething heroin is what i crave.
When that next hunger strikes,
For an intense high.
When that vermillion poka-dot sunlight washes over
And the butterflies come and play in curly, orange grass.
The dosages get higher and higher.
As does the risk of my death.
When will my wirling insanity stop.
So i won't be this sick lonely soul.
Now I sit alone, in death's alley.
Waiting to be raped for the last time.