Drain through the needle and into my veins,

Slow my heart and twist my brains,

I’ve waited so long for your warm embrace,

Just to wake up four hours later with blood on my face.

It cost me ten dollars for this tiny point,

I’ll set it up while you roll a joint.

Put the strap on my arm and take the ride,

My muscles twitch as the needle goes inside.

It feels so good to forget about my life,

Living on the streets, struggle and strife.

I sold my father’s ring just to get this high,

My pulse slows down, the devil knows why.

My arms are a mess, covered in tracks,

I’m glued to the couch like I have a broken back,

A few more shots and maybe I’ll die,

Let my body rot so my soul can finally fly.

All of this trash has polluted my mind,

My family is gone; they left me behind.

Just another worthless junkie, lost in the street,

Cast piteous glances while being trampled by feet.

I doubt I’ll be missed when I am finally dead,

A forgotten name and a faceless head.