Went to rehab, went to friends. No one could help me. Nothing but loose ends. Now that I'm addicted to feeling good. It's like meeting god, I'd do this 'til I could.
Falling to the abyss, Mystery minds Morning afterthinking What have I done, what did I do. Save me, save me, no no no never. Falling back and forth no end and that mainline is what I want is what I crave As I am shooting up strait up the thing I love the most My long lost love, my ever being lust and lookout for the good time giving heroin My life is running out, my money and children are all hanging on this loose line.
All I ask for is that mainline put, the smoking of the grimreaper. I know it's putting me down, but if you knew, you'd do the same. Real life is LAME.
Poetry and I 