WARNING: DRUG AND GRAPHIC MATERIAL AND MAY NOT BE FOR THOSE WITH TRIGGERS
Inject yourself straight into my fucking veins, let loose the tourniquet so it shoots straight to my brain, follow the tracks left in my skin, how did i end up here again, trippin on pins and needles, penetrated by the syringe, i see the rose bud finally begin, the site of my own blood tells me I'm in, then I become so numb im dumb it feels like im the only one in existence, pin prick, stick this syringe within my skin, watch how my life grows thin, within a fucking inch of death again, and its all ode to heroin, i nod in and out of consciousness, this experience is everything euphoric and bliss, this feeling is why i live, i dont care about a thing, I've learned it only hurts when you apply your feelings, it's best to just not try, rather than lose when trying to win at life, but that's ok because ive still got my friends, clear skies, jim beam, morphine, and heorin, no matter what, ill still have fun and ill still win, its all ode to heroin, something so dull and so small, packs a punch you may or may not recall, from grey death to China white all the way to fentanyl, a finger nail size line and youll be on your back, smack dead as a smack head whos od'd again and its all ode to heroin, when my face gets real itchy and my voice is raspy and low pitchy, when i look asleep or even dead but still answer with a nod of my head, when im in im in and i feel what nothing feels like again, i know its all ode to heroin
©sundance96
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