Alex

this path we walk
hand in hand
where only the silent talk
footprints in the sand

the drugs and love
we bask in the glow
heroin is what dreams are made of
although it’s slaves won’t let it show

you and i will never be
the innocents we should
now the scars are all i see
or maybe it’s all i could

this is to you
my forlorn friend
and if you make it through
maybe the pain will end

so take the needle
and the blow
because without it we’re so feeble
and please just try not to let the pain show

rehab isn’t the place for me
nor is it the place for you
you soon shall see
maybe what tommy said is true…

By KillTheRich

Thanks a lot, Brody, you bitch. Alex- I'm trying to quit the dope... Some say I own a nice guitar, but actually, it's the guitar the owns me. I consider myself a good poet, so e-mail me if you like my work. I love to hear what other people think. But don't e-mail me if you only want to talk about the goddamn Distillers. They have done less than nothing for me, so don't bring it up. "Life, I did not want to leave you in vain, but with the options I have been left, it seems to be the only way..."-Alex