Heroin
Needle in his veins is deep into his skin, while blood's drowning in heroin
Lifeless eyes blink, but they don't see anything wrong with all of that is going on, even though they know what exactly is killing him slowly
Dark clothing won't hide his sharp-to-the-core bones anymore
He was left alone, lying on the floor with spiders who crawled on his face
Crying in his long-forgotten form of a fallen bird in the house by the lake, while fish sing about being free
Why does he feel small despite being the biggest for so long, maybe he never was bug enough to stay somewhere else than his room?
After all these years, how to keep all the people who swore to be on his side till the last moment of his life, if it hurts everyone to hear him talk?
He thought he'd never do, but they made him care about the fame more than he ever should, now he can't go through door, cause it's just a hole in the wall
Where is love when it's needed the most in these times of the cruelest kind of an devastatingly hard life on Earth?
Copyright © Abhay Hegai | Year Posted 2025
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