Strap, pierce, out again
Another one down the drain
It's in my skin; it's in my vein’s
Now I play the waiting game
but this narcotic light, is like no other
I’ve done my limit but I cannot concur
I cannot resist and I cannot wait
Another and another, But it’s already too late
Like the lone wolf who cries at night
I howl and wake in the solemn of night
The needle and the damage done
My death is only now is fun
My last thought is of you and holy
Though not even that will save me now
For I know he gave up on me...
...A long time ago
Kaio Clark
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-needle-re-mastered/
