I'm a hollow soul with a needle, no matter if it's herion ice or crack...I don't have a little monkey, I have king Kong hangin on my back... Where's my wife and kids these days, what happened to my job...I haven't brushed my teeth or showered in a week, when did I become a slob....I'm a hollow soul with a needle, my own family will I lie to cheat and steal.... Cause all I care about is getting high, just to change the way I feel...So off to the methadone clinic again, can't shoot herion anymore... cause I can't find anymore veins to hit, and my arms are getting sore...I'm a hollow soul with a needle as I lay here feeling so sick... with restless legs and upset stomach, just craving that hollow little prick...Man that's messed up about Brandon and Randy, both of them dying this year....If I didn't catch hepatitis c shooting up, ide probably drink a little beer....So a hollow soul with a needle kids, is this what you really want to be.... Cause it will take your lives to the darkest hell you're eyes will ever see....
Police state, time of hate, council estate, life scar, stolen car, no fun, drug run, hard to sleep, cider cheap, benefits cut, sexy ****, home alone, methadone, gang culture, vulture, mountain bike, no do like, pit bull dog, road hog, bobbly hat, two time ****, gypsy fight, scared at night, hooligan, bad man, fool, game of pool, alcohol pop, community cop, do not point, smoke joint, up the tub, youth club, dirty stop out, trout, five high, do not cry, destitute, prostitute, bad luck, facebook, training shoe, no clue, perplex, free sex, baseball bat, teapot hat, no cash, good laugh, bling blang, fight in gang. Unclean, do ya know what a mean
MUM, just going out for a while to talk to my friends, have you got some money
I smell that oddly familiar smell this morning...
Like a methadone clinic....
The disdain in her eyes says it all,
as I leave for work...
A loveless goodbye to begin my miserable day...
The nausea is enough to make me sick...
I carelessly spent all the rent again...
I spend my lunch break begging to borrow it from my mom...
Promising to pay back advances and loans...
My family greets me at the door with nothingness in their eyes...
I blankly sit on the couch... Defeated... Tired.... And worthless...
Another foul day...
Another any day...
You're naked on the table, drinking vodka. The carpet is on fire but you're putting it out with your tears. Am holding my dead body and feeling it grow cold in my own arms. There's methadone explosions in the air and xanax eruptions in my head. Our hearts throb in emotional holocaust. Fire in my eyes, ice in your heart. The skeletons from our closet have com out to play piano and tango in the balcony. Suicide dangles on the ceiling as lust pulls us close .Am bleeding gasoline and now you're trapped in the flames as the snow on your heart melts to the heat. I want to die, just for the silence. Eyes glow red at our windows as worms crawl out of the bloodstained walls. This wasn't what we wanted,but this is what wanted us.
-psychonarcotics-
Elliepoet
To all of you living
With drugs
In your life
Please get help
Before it’s too late
I would recommend
Suboxone over methadone
It just works better
And believe me
It saved my life too
Good luck to you
heroin
is killing
everything
I once
held dear
so many
friends
gone to
the hereafter
leaving
me alone
with methadone
I see smoke and mirrors
Deceptions of the mind
Are they just glimmers
Of what I might find
Where have they led me
Have I been left alone
Is my will still free
Or am I now a drone
I looked up and saw shadows
I felt their groping hands
Sinister as black scarecrows
And I'm sinking in quicksand
Fear grabs ahold of me
Puts it's fingers on my heart
Drags me down to the sea
Begins to tear me apart
I hear bloody screams
Makes my hair stand up
Facing my bad dreams
And I wish I could wakeup
I see smoke and mirrors
Deceptions of the mind
Are they just glimmers
Of what I might find
Where have they led me
Have I been left alone
Is that my brain I see
Or just methadone
Written 11/16/16
I see you at the methadone clinic,
in it to win it
you got a long life ahead
but only ten minutes to live it
I know it seemed like you had a lot more at the begining
but u went and traded it in for a heroin addiction
scabs lace the skin,
your face deminished and thinning
you dropped the ball again
and you ain't even finished the first inning
the drug of choice
the taste in the back of throat
as it invade your veins
I survived methadone
escaping the grasp not easy on one soul
Africa came to the rescue
from the bark of a tree
illegal it was smuggle for me
and with a will to be free I not indulge in aspirin from Bayer
for an head ache
crack I smoked a plenty and that make you dangerous
as you want more never to achieved the first hit to be reach
a science you became a cook using the microwave as your new religion
but my garden full of roses I proved you wrong of no redemption
and a great motivator speaker I cure
What's going on in my home town?
I ask you this from behind my frown
The high streets full of charity places
Populating the vacant spaces.
We are overrun with taxi cabs
"You working late pal? Ya looking Shabs!"
'Cheers gadge, am on til 9, am bloody seek!' the drive whines
Junkies, Alkies, our streets they roam, what's your poison?
Cheap cider, vodka, methadone?
Part time Dads, teenage Mams
Pushing babies in their prams
Weekends out on the piss
Names climbing up the council list
Generations play the benefit game
Bleeding us dry, is their sole aim
Council house and on the sick
Everything bought on the tick
50 inch tellies, 3 piece suites
Shopping sprees almost every week
I love our town, I really do
But for now the town is screwed
Run by a council with half a brain
Shops are empty, such a shame
If it wasn't for the holiday camps
Filled up every year with ska...families from North and South
Weegies, Geordies every year
They love this place I regard so dear
So dual the A1, lower the rent
Tackle the problems with intent
A town of which we should be proud
Not cursing under a big black cloud.
William Duffy.
I just want you to know,that
not a single day goes.Wishing
you were close while I got my
eyes closed.And its feeling
like a dream to me,thinking
someday you can be with me
but under the circumstances I
understand that we can never
be..promised id be there for
you and you promised you'd
be there for me.Told you that
I cared for you and you told
me that you cared for
me.Alcohol and
methadone,no livin life
carefully.thanks for all the
memories and good times
that you shared with
me..Thats all I needed,yeah
just to keep me going.told me
you loved me but that that
was the drugs showing,and
now I gotta deal with the
thought of us never
knowing.weather we should
be together or just keep the
games going...
she was hooked on drugs part of her life
but has a son to help her fight
in life we never know the road we may take
but changing the course is never too late.
he had taken the same road as she
main lining and pills was all he could see
addiction is a hard price to pay
but something happened that changed his way.
I know the lifestyle all too well
for ten years my brother was addicted and went thru hell
then he had become drug free
and a drug councilor he would be.
he had gotten many on methadone
and good results it had shown.
now as you go through the withdrawal pain
think of how much you have to gain
withdrawal is not an easy task
do you want your life back? you must ask!
do you recall the birth pains that you went thru
and his life was fresh and new.
wasn't all that pain worth your while
that you had such a beautiful child.
there is no pain that you can go thru
than the pains that a mother knew.
you have to be willing to make the change
otherwise your life will stay the same.
these words are from a concerned son
the choices you've made can be undone.
(1/30/13)
louis rams :
Intro...
1.Scotland has 20,000 methodone users-Double any country in Europe.
2.Our Government has spent 105 million pounds on it in 4 years !
3.After a 3 year programme only 3% of users ARE TOTALLY DRUG FREE.
4.Parking addicts on methadone is clearly not getting people off drugs.
Tommy"s parked on methadone,syringes all at sea.
This heroin substitute to make him drug free.
Saved from the gutter and no more petty crimes.
A body torn with needles,not like yours or like mine.
Drugs get the wrath and the public condemnation.
Now we"re spending money on his rehabilitation.
Our countries funds continue killing fellow man.
Its a costly failure,its a deathly plan.
Drug deaths happen all over this land.
Twenty thousand users,get our heads out of the sand.
We deal with the symptoms and not the real causes.
These poor wretched souls,we are poisoning their bodies.
One third of drugged corpses,contain that green curse.
From you and me given, from the public purse.
We have blood on our hands but its not too late.
Tommy"s still alive,what will be his fate?
You are my drug,
My substance of choice,
The chemicals in my blood…
She, who calms the violent voice…
Without you; I tremble,
I stammer and I shake…
When you are near; I fumble,
Within my soul; I quake…
My addiction; that is you,
Is fire in my veins…
My affliction; I infuse,
Only thoughts of you remain…
There is no rehab for this pleasure,
No exception for this high…
A single dose cannot be measured,
In your absence I would die…
Strung out for life…
Dependant to the core…
Powder, pills or liquid,
I need you more and more…
Should I ever be denied,
Unto death I would depart…
For methadone could not subside,
These track marks on my heart…
I'm going on a 15
she muttered
as the phones were ringing
and clients lined in a queue were singing
out to be seen
sooner than later
non stop action has this place on the run
faxes flying in
somebody walking in tippled on gin
o good heavens
what a state we're in
we never rest here
always something going on
somebody crying out for methadone
and look here
I've just ripped out my headgear
cannot answer the phone
not easy being just another drone...
I'm going on a 15
her voice crackled as she spoke
and still the place fills up by all sorts of folk
I think
hope the 15 is enough
come back better
come back tough.
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