this was actually written by my BF about 10 years ago......just found it.
Dope
Heroin, is her owin and you knowin
the taste of backed up s*** in your mouth.
Its all your running mates going south
and not for the winter but forever in a hole.
Its about sloppy sex with filthy trolls
and treating bodies like toilet bowls.
Jackin your mother for twenty bills.
Re-learning your survival skills.
Scamming the system with justification.
Too disgusted with yourself for even masturbation.
Its feeling what hell is, to the core.
Selling your gold crosses, to the poor
so you can do just a little more
and wind up down on the killing floor.
Your own saliva makes you gag.
Cutting off drivers to cop your bag.
Waiting two days to change your rags.
Waking up dead, wearing a toe tag.
Wishing you changed your life, while you could have.
Haunted by what you would have and should have.
Its praying for death to set you free
from the vacuum of space, where you used to be.
Wow.
Pretty amazing...I am going to show this to him. Thanks Dani xx
So true Danie, so true (unfortunately)
Beautiful poem, so stark, naked, and heartbreaking.......
WOW indeed!
This man has talent.
TEN YEARS!
You save that for when he gets clean for him.
TEN YEARS!
You save that for when he gets clean for him.
