Is There Life Out There Somewhere?

i saw the edge
was i supposed to turn around?
for an eternal pledge
when i sleep six feet below the ground

mysteries of modern man
what is there left to explore
how much must i understand
to go back to where i was before

steel curtains pulled over my eyes
to blind my sense of dignity
one by one each dream dies
symptoms of insanity?

stuttered words clearly spoken
the heroin, well, she understands
raging addiction often mistaken
for a master plan

all the blood
and all the scabs
a lifetime full of injury
all the races
all the fads
a lifetime completely wasted

take fear as a defense
when in fact it’s true and pure
take my blood when it makes no sense
heroin is my cure

a lifetime
wasted swamped with poverty
a lifeline
severed by needles full of love
a neckline
adorned with all sorts of pretty things
a waistline
obsession overrated

nothing takes my common sense
like heroin and speed
wonder why i’m never tense
my dope is all i need

wasted youth
and broken bottles
scattered in the street
fucked up lives
and shattered dreams
standing up inside of me

a simple plan
a simple gift
all i want is freedom
a simple illness
a simple cure
all i want is heroin

knowledge comes with age they say
but then why am i so stupid
ignorance shoved down my throat everyday
too much pressure for a big kid

nothing seems to go away
i turn over and over
words and lists and numbers say
heroin is my secret lover

life life life
moving too fast
i cannot grip the polished edges
dope dope dope
i’m just a fucking slave
who seeks out the slippery highest ledges

i’m only prey
i feel no anger and no hate
only surrender
to the wrong things
things that make me sick
and make me wonder
is there life out there somewhere?

By The Dying Euphoria

I may not be the average junk addict, seeing as I still have a few things going for me, but I'm a slave to heroin just the same. I'm a sad sight, no doubt, but that's the way life is, and you can't help it. So whatever you do, don't try and fuck with it. I like it when people e-mail me and reply to my posts, so please, speak your mind to me, if you wish. I have a blood, violence, and self mutilation fetish, so I'll spend a lot of time in the Erotica section, posting and reading. I write poetry, and I'll be posting thousands of poems. So please, check for my name often. If I disappear, well, I probably took my fetish too far...