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Steel Rod Syringes
Contributed by
Alina
on
Friday, 4th February 2005 @ 06:42:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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There's not enough in this metal burnt spoon To feed the souls of this Junkie room They linger and wait with their veins popped out Waiting to taste and trying to shout.
But their voices don't come No one can hear their cries Of Steel Rod Syringes And black dieing eyes.
This Liquid Love in which she does console Is only enough to feed one vein To live in numbness and have no control Wating for the pain which never again came.
But their voices don't scream No one can hear their cries Of Steel Rod Syringes And black, dieing, bloody eyes.
The essence and innocence has been lost Of corpses lingering, feeding at deadly cost She won't share her needle, to feed her own pain Bloodstream attack to the heart ; revealing she's just a Junkie again.
But they have NO voices Only their silent cries Of Steel Rod Syringes And black, desperate, dieing eyes.
Copyright ©
Alina
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2005-02-04 18:42:03] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Steel Rod Syringes
(User Rating: 1 ) by lovesucks on
Saturday, 5th February 2005 @ 11:47:05 PM AEST (User
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What a living hell, I have been there, and have escaped that cold, dark hell. Hopefully never to return. It seemed so hopeless, and never ending. Somehow I was saved and given another chance. You let me remember exactly the pain addiction carries. Where there is breath there is hope. Any addict seeking recovery need ever die. A message of hope and a promise of freedom. Thank you
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