Did you ever hear about Cocaine Lil?
She lived in Cocaine town on Cocaine hill,
She had a cocaine dog and a cocaine cat,
They fought all night with a cocaine rat.

She had cocaine hair on her cocaine head.
She had a cocaine dress that was poppy red:
She wore a snowbird hat and sleigh-riding clothes,
On her coat she wore a crimson, cocaine rose.

Big gold chariots on the Milky Way,
Snakes and elephants silver and gray.
Oh the cocaine blues they make me sad,
Oh the cocaine blues make me feel bad.

Lil went to a snow party one cold night,
And the way she sniffed was sure a fright.
There was Hophead Mag with Dopey Slim,
Kankakee Liz and Yen Shee Jim.

There was Morphine Sue and the Poppy Face Kid,
Climbed up snow ladders and down they skid;
There was the Stepladder Kit, a good six feet,
And the Sleigh-riding Sister who were hard to beat.

Along in the morning about half past three
They were all lit up like a Christmas tree;
Lil got home and started for bed,
Took another sniff and it knocked her dead.

They laid her out in her cocaine clothes:
She wore a snowbird hat with a crimson rose;
On her headstone you’ll find this refrain:
She died as she lived, sniffing cocaine
Eleanor Rigby Nov 2014
You are the morphine kinda person;
Dangerous and addicting.


F.Z.N
Lappel du vide Jan 2014
my head is ticking
tick tick tick
i wonder if its because the pills i downed
with ice and bathroom water
are making me shake so hard, my brain is trembling
against my skull
concussion
tick tick tick
i can barely hold myself upright at dinner
my eyelids drip onto my plate
and my body aches like a train used it for a
doormat
tick tick tick
maybe its life telling me,
in its own way,
that the time is drawing near,
and these ticks are the distant
footsteps of the end


*tick tick tick
Jami A Oct 2012
Step on the scale
fidget
fidget
"Three Digits!"
f a t

Shuffle back to Your Room
p r i s o n  c e l l

8:00AM
Drag yourself to the main desk
The Morning Medication line is long today
m i n d l e s s

Pretty pills fill your palm
They have changed colors today
They are all shapes, large and colorful
c y a n i d e

PLUNK PLUNK PLUNK

They dive into your empty stomach
Swim in acid and glide through your veins

Emotional Morphine-
You await the glorious numbness
s a n i t y

and still you crave the blade.

*b l o o d
Written on 9.24.2012, while in the psychiatric hospital.
Simon Clark Aug 2012
(Song title from Michael Jacksons’ catalogue, by Michael Jackson)

Numb the pain,
Take the feeling away,
I can’t suffer anymore,
Give me morphine.

Shut it out,
Take the pain and hurt down,
I can’t take it anymore,
Give me morphine.

Still my heart,
Cool the red hot fires,
Let me not breathe anymore,
Give me morphine.
written in 2009
arubybluebird Oct 2013
I woke up this morning with my face in a book
it smelled so sweet
it reminded me of you
I brushed the tip of my fingers against it's words
smooth, soft, mesmerizing
I pretended it was the pale of your lips
pausing the words I wish you hadn't said
indulged in the kisses you've yet to give
an epilogue, your ghost inside my head
paper spine, your bones resting on my bed
good-morning, love
it's been a long time since
I got my hands on your teenage poems.
Candy Noire Nov 2014
You told me you were "addicted to me"
Who need's drugs, when I had a stronger affect
Your lips are ecstasy
Your heart is LSD
And I crave you like morphine
You numb me
When your gone I have withdrawals
The effect is so strong
You're not perfect
But you feel too right to be wrong
You hit me so fast
And I'm high for the night
But the rush never lasts
I need you here tonight.
For M
cheyenne skye Apr 2014
your touch was like razor blades,
but your kiss was like morphine

& i needed you.
he ruined me.
Sibyl Apr 2015
The serpent wraps itself

tightly around my neck

yearning for the flesh

it hasn’t tasted

for a long time ago.

And as its fangs sink

deeper into my skin,

the pain fades away

and I would feel

nothing

but the venom

rushing through my veins

searching for the reason

why I am in distress –

or is it me who is looking for it?
You are my morphine.
Welcome to the city of Morphine where it rains acid and you feel no pain
A city where everyone is numb to the world
Where people dwell in the slums of misery
shattered lives and shattered glass cover the streets of Morphine
Fiends wander down the alleys of agony.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum
The moonlight violet,
Refusing to bloom,
For any stimulus,
Will not open,
For even the softest eyes,
To view its glory,
In the softest light.
At the softest hour,
Through the softest voice,
Hear the softest word,
“Eternal.”

-April 26th 2013
Tyler Loeslein Feb 2013
You were the morphine that filled my IV,
slowly drip-drip-dripping yourself into me,
a strong enough dose to carry me away from reality,
but the hospital bills tallied up quickly,
and I couldn't afford to stay, my money
was depleted, so the needles were freed
from the crook of my inner elbow, I watched it bleed,
crying as you seeped right back out of me.
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