One pinch.
One short, sharp, pinch of the needle
And then
The warm rush.
The
Lover's blush.
The soulless kiss
Of ***** bliss.
Then the pain fades away
Pushed out by the all numbing gray.
Pushed down
To where you hope it will stay
For a minute, an hour
Or a long endless day.
But it won't stay down
It turns to attack
It creeps up behind you
Like the sweat on your back
Your legs start to shake
Your stomach in knots
Restless, you shiver
But the air seems too hot.
You cry and you rage
At ground and at sky
You pray to your God
That this time you might die
But your prayers go unheeded
There's no salvation for your soul
So again it's the needle
To fill up that hole
And then there's
One pinch
One short sharp pinch
And for another brief moment
You've scratched at that itch
And when friends and family
All ask you why
There's only one thing
You can reply
Because it feels  so good
When you start to nod
When you've been blood letting
With the Big Brown God.