My Release

This cold, blank night,
In existence,
My palms are sweaty,
I'm out to buy drugs,
My friend and enemy.

Couldn't care less,
What people see,
My hairs a mess,
The drugs flow through me.

But leaking out,
This nigh,
I must buy more,
My throat hurts,
I mustn't shout,
I will not die,
This is for sure.

A dealer, yes,
Is but the wall,
This time I'll try to buy less,
It's to this devil,
Myself I call.

He gave me some,
Too much indeed.
I'll need some gum,
So they can't smell this weed.

Spill it out,
Onto my bed,
All is done,
Nothing left to be said.

The money,
I could have spent on,
New clothes,
Goes toward my overdose,

This cold blank nigh,
Fallen on this cold, cold floor,
Theres nothing,
For me,
In this life anymore...

Every night,
On these drugs,
I must feast,

Mistakenly I overdosed,
This is my final release.