It was the drugs.
I said through clenched teeth,
as pressure on extremity,
exposed vein, in vain.
Left me pondering false immunity.

There is romance that goes along with destruction.
The needle gleams in the candle light,
the brown powder starts to bubble,
euphoria will make all right;
mixed around, it swirls.
Stronger than a cup of coffee,
weaker than a peaceful sleep.
Chemicals prolong internal pain.
Tears produced from withdrawal weep.

Fallacies of ambition spread.
Others see you, as eyes shut.
You're always awake.
And you'll make your point,
make no mistake.
As body meets grave.
As ground envelops granite stake.

How much did he take?
This can't be real, this must be fake!

How much did he take?
This must be fake.