you and i, and the heroin bed

you bite your lip and i bite mine too
push real hard so the needle goes through
me and you shoot the dope
what a wonderful way to cope

hold me close while we lose touch
i hope we didn’t use to much
look at our arms and start to grin
for here the downward spiral will begin

the warmth we feel is so immense
no way in hell we could be tense
our necks are limp and toes are numb
as for pain, we feel none

the nod is setting in and we’re in love
this heroin fits like a glove
pupils small and faces red
we nod and nod on your mom’s bed

eventually we need some more
heroin we are your whore
so feel the cold and the shooting pain
as we walk to ashland in the rain

never will life be the same
now that we know euphoria has a name
as for heaven, we may not get in
but it’s worth the price to do heroin…

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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