Contaminated by this substance, my soul is corrupt,
I cannot control these urges, they are so abrupt,
When the needle hits my vein, my world becomes clear,
My pain and sorrow is gone, as well as my joy and fear,
I lie back my head spinning, my eyes chasing,
I breath hard in this euphoria, this rush is amazing,
Once again I am able to move, now i must find something to keep me occupied, this will go on for a few days,
But i need more, and have nothing left, i must think of ways,
This bottle of alcohol, a few drinks leave me in a daze,
To be this tired and to drink as i did, i stumble to the floor,
I crawl to the bathroom, and with my foot i shut the door,
I sleep there, when i wake i am sick, sober i cannot be,
I find an OC on the living room carpet, i am full of glee,
I brake it up in a spoon, add some water, then heat it to dissolve,
I throw in a cotton, and draw it back into my syringe, the problem i solve,
I hit my vein when i pull back i see blood, i inject it fully,
The rush takes me away, this drug is a bully,
Finally when everything is gone and i have nothing left to give, the drugs take what is left...the drugs take me...
