When you are an addict, everything’s great
Nothing matters or needs to relate.
All you need is another syringe
Another fix; another binge.
Some powder lying on the spoon
Awaiting a voyage up the barrel soon.
Shot at speed into veins, bared arm
Nullifying pain, bringing warmth and calm.
Drowning in sweet bliss, void deep
Heroin,
my love,
my will to keep.