My Pacifier

The cold and the shakes are coming back 
And I know it's about that time. 
I slide the needle in and I'm on track
Because the sense of peace is sublime. 

My bank account is in the red,
And my supply has already run out. 
I know I won't stop until I'm dead
Because the need is a constant shout. 

Falling on hard times is what I fein
As I panhandle for your change. 
I need it flowing in my vein,
Or else my mind will derange. 

Itching for another hit
Panic sets in
Will I get it?
Will I ever win?

Finally I have enough for now,
But I will always need more. 
To its call I will forever bow
Because without it, I'd fall to the floor. (3)

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