I have been looking out of these eyes a long time
These heroin eyes pinned into narrow dark
Letting in only with permission and passion
for a life that needs to end
Such tiny tunnels these eyes, touched with no truth
Only convenient lies to keep destruction alive
Each failure a reason for a cause not defined
And the losses are fuel for using up time
Heroin voice that rumbles,slow and warm
and the skin pale or dusty fallin away from bone
My whole day lived with fear of withdrawal alone
year after year of living on my own and on my own
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