Teeth go numb,
the pain subsides.
Now the wait till the
rush arrives.
Once again on
this lonely trip.
To the place I used
to enjoy.
This pill endused rush.
Now seems to be all I can trust.
Hooked to it like fish on a line.
Just awaiting the time till my next line.
Poor mans coke is what they call it.
Better than that is my opinion on it.
Fighting the down, to enjoy the up.
Wondering why this had to be brought up.
One last ride on this energenic thrill.
For this was my one last pill...
 Bedroom Whore · Thu Jun 21, 2007 @ 05:58pm · 1 Comments |
