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6/18/2011 7:31:51 PM
PIN CUSHION	This poem is about heroin addiction. I watched so many of my childhood friends start using it and lose verything. Some of them are gone...spiritually, mentally, and physically. Some of them now walk the streets...(selling anything and everything) to get their next "high". Some of them are DEAD!!! And, you can't come back from that!! This poem is dedicated to all of those we have lost in VEIN.. PIN CUSHION Prick after prick... I start to bleed... This poison dart... Is what I need... This poison concoction... That helps me hang on... Makes me feel good... Like nothing is wrong... As it enters my body... And enters my veins... It makes me feel well... And kills all the pain... Euphoria follows... Then I start to float... Everything'sl warm... Like I'm wearing a coat... It makes me feel happy... And fuzzy inside... I can't live without it... Believe me, I've tried... I can not control it... I'm under its spell... It's like I'm in prison... All alone, in a cell... If I don't have it... It feels like I'll die... I'm a slave to the needle... I love getting high... But, what goes up... Must come down... This bliss doesn't last... So, don't mess around... Many have died... Chasing the dream... Heroin addiction... Is worse that it seems... copyright2011jaynesumner
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6/18/2011 7:31:51 PM

This poem is about heroin addiction. I watched so many of my childhood friends start using it and lose verything. Some of them are gone...spiritually, mentally, and physically. Some of them now walk the streets...(selling anything and everything) to get their next "high". Some of them are DEAD!!! And, you can't come back from that!! Whaaaaa?

This poem is dedicated to all of those we have lost in VEIN..

PIN CUSHION

Prick after prick...
I start to bleed...
This poison dart...
Is what I need...

This poison concoction...
That helps me hang on...
Makes me feel good...
Like nothing is wrong...

As it enters my body...
And enters my veins...
It makes me feel well...
And kills all the pain...

Euphoria follows...
Then I start to float...
Everything'sl warm...
Like I'm wearing a coat...

It makes me feel happy...
And fuzzy inside...
I can't live without it...
Believe me, I've tried...

I can not control it...
I'm under its spell...
It's like I'm in prison...
All alone, in a cell...

If I don't have it...
It feels like I'll die...
I'm a slave to the needle...
I love getting high...

But, what goes up...
Must come down...
This bliss doesn't last...
So, don't mess around...

Many have died...
Chasing the dream...
Heroin addiction...
Is worse that it seems...

copyright2011jaynesumner

pages: 1