Thought I escaped this poison, but it still calls my name
Venom in my veins
ever occupies my brain
Drives me insane,
I try escaping the pain
But memory prevails
and reason’s ship sails
Til my head’s between my tail
I’m eating entrails
Sipping on something similar to human blood
Coagulating in my throat
I spit I cough I choke
Provoked, I rise again
the needle is my pen
As I write my story in tracks again and again
Heroin, my heroine,
my lover and my best friend
Always reliable, that’s undeniable
it didn’t want to let me go
didn’t want me to grow old
Yet I’ve been told,
fortune favors the bold
My fortune just favored screams
Try giving up all your dreams
Try bursting open at the seams
Try becoming a fiend
Picking up lint and crumbs in some foggy dream
Where you feel fucking clean,
Where you can still feel your spleen
Other body parts
the human body and it’s art
Torn apart, limb by limb, and at last the heart
So broken and alone
any warm bed becomes home
Any eyes become a lover
But the eyes of your mother
you must avoid those
Walk the path that you chose
But it is lonely and cold
rotting mold, we grow old
I pray for the lost souls,
Oh how times change,
yet men remain deranged
His claim to fame:
rape and torture and pain
Make bets with the devil,
on hell’s every level
Life is purgatory, the storm is surging
My days spent purging
expelling violence in silence
Throwing up evil thoughts
praying I remain un-caught
A certain significance
a growing ambivalence
Rhetorical questions
perpetual suggestions
My medicine man is a drug dealer
My God is the needle
The altar and shrine:
the cold streets of passing time
I’m just here to unwind
To unwind, and pass the time.