This is a poem I wrote about my old friend / enemy , heroin....
I crawl beneath your
skin like disease.
I'm your pleasure.
Your sickness.
Your need.
I'm the devil who's
taken your soul.
A little taste.
And it's taken its toll.
You're crippled and sick.
Your guts turn and twist.
You're bearly the you.
Who use to exist.
Come crawling again.
For my poisoning pen.
Can't see you're a junkie.
Who's reaching his end.
Vains are collapsing.
Quit!
And relapsing.
Crave the bite of my sting.
You'll do most anything.
Feel the rush of injection.
Green scabbed infections.
I am the God that you serve.
You can't get any worse.
Chase what you crave.
You made us.
Master and slave.
©anthonyjm
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