An Addicts Lone Thought

Sitting at home, alone in my room, thinking to self...today, my doom. A spoon full of crumbs, a spoon full of stuff, put out my smoke, done took the last puff. Looking for the right, the so perfect vein, I'm doing this now, in to much pain. The shot has been shot, its quickly away, no dying right now, no dying today. The next one will happen, know this to be said, an addicts pleasure, often..more pain, instead. Thinking to self...tomorrow, my doom, sitting at home, alone in my room.