So many people walking by,
So dead, but still alive.
They're all in a rush to
Get in line.
Familiar faces, with their smiles
As blank as mine,
Open eyes and empty minds...
Stuck in their patterns, day and night,
With no release in sight,
They live and die inside their hives...
From nine to five they keep their
White collared slaves who don't realize...
They drown their pain in
Beer and wine,
Illusions of good times.
Just leave your hopes and dreams
Check your emotions,
Leave your happy at the door.
Drowning depressions while they're lying on the floor.
I see the sadness in their eyes,
The truth behind their lies.
See, they can't laugh,
and i can't cry...
They form the pieces of the same machine, and I?
I'm standing by,
Watching your world through heroin eyes...
A poem I wrote during my worst of times. I spent 3 years during college as a daily heroin addict. I scribbled this in a ratty old notebook while nodding out against a building on main street. Now I'm clean except for my pills and pot.