Feeling unrested
My eyes won't seem to stay open
but I can't keep them shut
Whirlwinded together
colors bleed through an empty page
yet something was there before
before today...
Stomachs churning
like butter softly melting
Sweet relief,of life
I lost myself in a world
where sex was always approriate
And drugs were always knocking on my door
It doesnt matter
It didn't matter...
Nothing ever mattered anymore
and we were rich,richer than life itself
My heart pounded as the world changed again
taking on different shapes and forms
Heroin kicked in,blood spurted on the floor...
Still in love with the club kids!!!
Dementia.
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