She’s a beautiful woman with death in her eyes White-lace and soft breasts and razor-blade thighs The mythical sirens lured men to their death With voices so sweet they were heaven’s own breath
‘Cause when you are down then the doctors will say With one shot of this all your pain goes away And if it’s still hurting when colors runs dry We’ll just keep on giving you reasons to die
In hospital bed, barely clinging to life They said that the drug had become my new wife That she would be there, to have and to hold And I shouldn’t mind if my blood had run cold
We’ll let you down easy, so no more addiction And add all of that to our poisonous fiction You say you see shadow-men beyond the wall? No matter, we’re doctors, we won’t let you fall
And when you go home there’ll be pills you can take To put you to sleep as your mind blows awake Withdrawal is deadly, insanity screams But at least while you’re dying you’ll still have wet dreams
Because when you lie with this silken syringe You will not remember, or care where you’ve been Everything’s silver and soft as new silk Like the lining of the coffin which gives you its milk
And six feet below, in the worm-ridden ground You’ll know that we lied, but you won’t make a sound Because you’re soul’s passed, to the heavenly host
Thanks. As at the meetings, I'm sometimes afraid I'll be told to tone it down, I'm scaring people, or whatever. This is where I live, what I feel, and I can't change if I wanted to. As your signature states, sometimes you have to surrender to win. I have to surrender to my thoughts and emotions, or be devoured by them. It may not always be politically correct, but it will always be me, what I'm going through, and what I hope I can save others from if I can.
This is Narcotics Anonymous, when another addict bears his soul we don't tell him to tone it down. Your poem reminded me of when I had just started down the road of addiction. I was 18 and I had broken my thigh (motorcycle wreak, I was loaded) and was in th hospital with a traction split on my leg and alot of demerol in my blood stream. The only thing I care about was another shot. When the put me on codine I knew it was time to go home. I continued to use till I was 41. Ten years ago I felt I was in a dark hole and like Frodo at the end of the quest in the Lord of the Rings, I had forgot the light, the feeling of grass the taste of water, I was empty and dried up and a strong wind would have had blown me away, I didn't care if I lived or died and I didn't care about anyone else. So I quit fighting, I surrendered, I said God I can't do this anymore, help me. So man you say what you feel, cause stuffing ones feelings is what makes us so sick in the first place. Take care man. Bob.
I relapsed on a morphine type drug this time around, started out taking it for my back and found it had a euphoric effect then fell inot abuse and back to my drugs of choice one evening. I have been addicted to heroine once in my life and did'nt even care much for the stuff made me itch all over and vomitt but its what I had and what I could get at the time my girlfriend was a dealer so it's what I did.
So man you say what you feel, cause stuffing ones feelings is what makes us so sick in the first place. Take care man. Bob.
People often don't understand that about us i'e told many people I SAY WHATS ON MY MIND and I do try to be careful about how I say it and I do make a mess of things when I get oer emotional but at least now I get it out of me.
