FOR T B
They say your last word was "Goodbye!"
Nailed high on a cross they call heroin
You had been straight for a while
The needle just a sideways glance into hell
Just 28 with so much more music but
it's silenced now
You left 8 or 9 albums behind you
And now you've been forgotten
Just a fragment of unforgiving time
They say your last word was "Goodbye"
An uncaring needle waiting on a dresser
a tv muted low, the last fix, the last high
Just another crucified being on the
shores of desolation
Copyright © William HAYNES | Year Posted 2025
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