~Poison~
~Poison~
The needle know the spoon,
They both collide,
The poison hit’s the vein,
Your head is caught in a lie.~
The demon digs in,
The speedball comes alive,
The rush begins,
To much you’ll die.~
The cost is high,
Lost to many friends,
Once you do it,
It will become ,
Your best friend.~
I’ve seen man go,
To spend there,
Last dollar,
To the depth of HELL,
To suffer the holler.~
A waste of mind,
Your spirit becomes dim,
Every time,
The needle runs,
You get closer to no end.
Inkmaster
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