My Reflection-Junkies Spoon
the only thing these days i do
is watch my reflection in a junkies spoon
turning away before i go too deep
yet crawling back as hell's urge hits me
i've watched more friends come and go
living fast while dying slow
waiting for the monkey on my back
to draw the last card from out my deck
i've bought this farm for milking blood
just so i will have enough
where i'll do it till the cows come home
or at least until i'm dead and gone
a partial shadow follows me
being only half the man i used to be
where the only thing these days i do
is watch my reflection in a junkies spoon
The heroin epidemic is so out of control these days,
my prayers go out to those and the family of those caught up in this hell.
May God have mercy on their souls...
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2017
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