I’ve been standing on the edge
Of all your fellowships
Don’t relish it
Just want to live
To see another dawn
Thrive in the sun
For just one more day
I’ve seen the cocky
Step nazi
Keen to gloat
Their sobriety
Swoop on newcomers
Though their scared
Still shaking
I awoke
To some
Of your games
Reverse snobbery
And junkie pride
My doc is heroin
Well done
Come on
How proud can we be?
Of dirty needles
And murderous dis-ease
But so it is
We come and go
Some don’t come
Back
Lost in smack
Why not though?
Spirituality you call it
I think
Fuck it for now
Think I’ll have one last drink.
Blink
© 2008 skully
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