When you are an addict, everything’s great

Nothing matters or needs to relate.

All you need is another syringe

Another fix; another binge.

Some powder lying on the spoon

Awaiting a voyage up the barrel soon.

Shot at speed into veins, bared arm

Nullifying pain, bringing warmth and calm.

Drowning in sweet bliss, void deep

Heroin,

my love,

my will to keep.