They called it the shallow graves, the place where death plays
Spin the broken needle. it snows in July under here.

Under the bridge they huddle in their cardboard palaces ,
psychedelic moments followed by the falling in to oblivions grasp.

They slept in their depthless tombs, blankets hiding that moment
Of alone time where that last hit was the one that hit home.

I watch as so many lives that once were, are now gone, this
Place of broken syringes and dreams. Sleeping in hollow mounds.

It was a sensation like no other
Wide eyes and a beating heart
I felt complete, faultless
Although I was cold
This feeling kept me warm

Sister took a nail full
Of the white rough powder
And laid it upon a book
The familiar bitter taste
Infused my mouth
As I licked the pulverulent

I was full of conversation
But there wasn't much talking
For the voices in my head
Were very loud
As they were reminding me of reality

I tried to push it away
The feeling that was anticipated
But it was strong
And my content feeling
Slowly began to fade away

My stomach dropped
As my mouth ran dry
Lips chapped and hands shaking
Reality had caught me

I pulled on my hair
And covered my face
"Everyone *****, I want to die"
The only words I could speak
As I scratched at my arms

I growled and kicked
Like a cat in a brawl
Irritation filled my body
Anxiety engulfed my mind
A world of agony

I spoke aloud
But to myself
About hate and hostility
Concerned and panicked
When would this hell end?

Sister offered me more  
So this misery could stop
But only to began again
When I would remember reality
When I would remember this suffering

I told her I couldn't
This unpleasant feeling was torment
I needed desistance
But that was impossible
This discomfort took time
For it seemed everlasting

At the peak of irritation
I just couldn't take it
In need of something to abolish
This feeling of affliction
Only one thing could help

It's pure white consistency
Glimmered in the light
I reached for the straw
As sister laid the powder
Atop a book

It really carries it's name well
For this heroine saved me
From the long excruciating trip
That laid before me

I praise this beautiful drug
And all of its glory
It has cured my suffering
For I feel indebted to it

Although me and heroine
May only stay friends
Considering anything more
Would keep me stuck at her side
Forever

You're the drug that I can't have enough off
The drug that it never seems to be enough time
And the comedown hurts so bad,
Like its the same as having a thousand knives
Yeah, yeah. I'll get through. I always do.
I only hope I can forget I ever met you.

I feel my heart caved into my chest
My stomach empty and rumbling
My cheeks sunken into my teeth
Chapped lips
Tired eyes
The feeling of needles into my spine
I can feel the blood rush through my veins to my finger tips
It was the worst comedown ever