Recovery
Goodbye to heroin,
Goodbye to cocaine,
I truly wish I hadn't, let you know my name.
At first I used to sniff you,
Looking forward to the drip,
All the while not realizing, how strong you had a grip.
Days turn to months,
Months then turn to years,
Losing all inhibition, giving in to unbridled fears.
My days began in a cooker,
Nights ended there as well,
The wheels go round and round, in this ever waking hell.
Sucking brown liquid through the cotton,
So I can then shoot it in my vein,
Life gets harder and harder, weighted down by these chains.
Slowly things are coming together,
In the sober life I chose,
Just like the phoenix, from the ashes I Rose.
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