Thursday, April 15, 2010

A friend's farewell to drugs. --2 yrs ago--

Dear Heroin,

The time has come to bid farewell,
no longer is my soul for sale.
i've slaved away too many times
to cut you up in tiny lines
to stick your needle in my veins
to smuggle you on Delta planes
No longer will i chase your high
you comfort me like pigs can fly
you've stolen every cent i've made
co-signed my checks when i was paid
you made me sick, you made me well
you sentenced me to rot in hell
Today it ends, it's time to pack.
Today I take the power back.

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