As I Watch the Blood Rise Up the Syringe's Throat

FED ON SURVIVAL Not one junkie I know has a test kit for purity But I can tell you this much with surety Although we should all be grateful for survival I’d rather be declared dead on arrival Frankly I’ve had enough of never being certain And I demand the stagehand bring down the curtain An addict yearns for quality and a cloud like dream But when I awake in a hospital I usually scream I scream for the friends I’ve lost who were never revived Shoot, I haven’t even a clue how I have survived Every day I’m the pearl in a random roulette wheel Never knowing if I’ll O.D after I consume my last meal So next time anyone sees me in the gutter simply leave me there Because I can tell you this much and make it clear I’ve never given a damn about religion or the Holy Bible But I swear on it, i yearn to be declared dead on arrival © 2011 Poefree