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Stranger
Contributed by
PoetMasterDani
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Saturday, 7th May 2011 @ 02:33:14 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Eyes bloodshot
He walks in the door
Vomiting profusely
But he doesn’t care.
His mommy cries.
Her little boy gone so wrong,
Daddy yells and screams.
Family being torn apart.
“One time” he had said,
Needle in his arm,
But then his first rush hits,
Instantly he falls victim to the drug.
Cravings start,
Everyday he does it more and more.
The drug is his best friend.
Real life forgotten.
He now lives in a dream,
But to keep it going he steals.
Steals from his loved ones,
Who is this stranger in the mirror.
Craters in his face,
Running on no sleep,
He kills to get more.
Bodies fall all for his need.
His desire so strong,
He takes too much,
The dream hits, feels so right,
Only to go so wrong.
He dies.
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Re: Stranger
(User Rating: 1 ) by poeticjestix on
Saturday, 7th May 2011 @ 03:33:16 PM AEST (User
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I used to enjoy casual drug use, but all these tales of death and stealing- Well they are starting to put me off!
Most scagg heads I see do the stealing. Killing requires a bit more nouse. They struggle to tie their shoe laces in the morning. Especially considering their frail, can't be arsed eating way of life.
Anyway. It's worth a comment, which is more than I can say for the crap I come out with.
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