The Trip
Needle in hand she plunges it in,
as the blood flows the trip begins.
It will take her to new heights
she cannot travel alone,
a one way ticket to the danger zone.
She feels it coursing through her veins,
oh the emotions this power inflames.
Reaching out she touches death's hand,
only to yank it back again.
Like she has done so many times before,
playing games at death's door.
Only this trip will not end like that,
death will finally grab her back.
Pulling her into his cold embrace,
fearing the darkness she must now face.
Knowing that she can never go back...
that this trip will be her last.
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