I can see her fingerprints all over your body;
Under your eyes,
Around your stomach,
In your voice,
On your arms.
And she’s got a hold on you.
Your eyes are never fully open,
Your voice is always raspy.
She takes you under her sweet, intoxicating embrace
And you let her swallow you whole.
She’s kissed you with death,
And yet it’s not enough for you.
The cravings intensify to unbearable heights
And it becomes routine once again.
You aren’t ready for help;
How can you save someone who doesn’t want saved?
How can you sit and watch them slowly die?
You deny any help.
You don’t want saved.
At least not yet.
Maybe if she kisses you with death a few more times,
You’ll see clearly.
She doesn’t care,
She’ll take you anyway.
She took my friend.
She took you from me and your children.
She’ll take anyone she can get her hands on.
This is the beauty of heroin,
As she sings her sweet lullaby in your ear,
As you nod off to some land where nothing hurts.
She wants you to stay there,
To keep her company.
You’ll only join the millions of lives she’s taken as her own.
I can scream,
I can cry,
I can beg,
But you’ll never listen to me,
While you’re drunk with her.
*DISCLAIMER* NOTHING IS BEAUTIFUL ABOUT HEROIN
Heroin overdoses are spreading like wildfire where I live, and it breaks my heart to see so many people lose themselves to this drug. Addiction can touch anyone. It has no preference.