The Fifteen Minute Hit
I craved you every morning,
I craved for you every night,
Lying on the floor,
My nose bleeds,
My hands shake,
I laugh from delight.
The quick reward,
A fifteen minute high,
Taking me to Eutopia,
Helping me not feel a thing.
A fifteen minute high,
To loose my mind,
To loose my trust,
To loose myself.
The bleeding nose,
The runny nose,
The paranoia,
Taken to extremes.
One last hit,
One last time,
Till next time,
Let’s say goodbye.
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