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
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