Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Heroin Poetry

I miss again...
Dammit!
When will I finally feel it?
Shadows dance around me,
But they are not my own.
I'm tired.
I'm too tired for this.

Finally, success!
Pinprick.
Dancing in the dark.
A smile is painted across my face.
What a face it is, a wretched face.
Face the desperation that lies ahead....
Orgasm, screaming vultures. 

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