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A Junkie's Lament
A Junkie’s Lament
by vlm
Heroin—yeah, baby
My bright and golden lady,
When I’m out and feeling cold
She takes me in, if truth be told
She gets me up when I am down
Then puts me back unsafe, unsound;
Close to death I hurt for more
A kiss of life on Hades’ shore
I’ve been there and now I’m back
To try again while making tracks
Like a fat man on a treadmill
Chasing donuts with a jelly fill
I’ll not be free until I learn
You get from life the things you earn
But if I die before I wake
Well, you know, that’s just the breaks
I’ve given up my life control
I’ve lost my heart, I’ve lost my soul
An empty shell is all I am
So I roam this village of the damned
Looking for that next sweet fix
I’ll beg or rob or turn some tricks
Whatever gets me to that high
I’m tired now, fuck you, goodbye
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Comment by: vlm - 2008-05-12 15:24
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| Thanks! I view life as a struggle. And aren't we all addicted to something? The power of pleasure is a strong force with which to contend. It is what we all seek in our lives in one way or another. And the sheer joy of having your pleasure principles fired chemically is irresistible when your life is otherwise void of love and happiness, fulfillment and contentment. We all struggle with our drugs of peer pressure, wealth attainment, sexual congress, video games, food, etc. But our seeming ability to function within the world is probably the main thing that sets us apart. That was my underlying statement. |
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| Wow! that's a good piece. It shows the love-hate relationship between an addict and the drug. |
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