At night she spins eternal circles
Breathless with lungs full of smoke
Soothing her pain with a twirl of her pipe
Since something inside of her broke

Her veins are so carefully marked and bruised
Decorated black, blue, and red
The sharp kiss of a needle is all that she craves
And sometimes she wants to be dead

White clouds of smoke escape her lips
Cold metal explores her skin
Her hands shake for no reason at all
And chemicals want to win