Heroine Addict

The bullet shattered through the window pain.
Yet not was marked on the shell case...
A particular name.
For I am a junkie.
And society's to blame.
Of a loose cannon,
In need of a fix.
A hairpin trigger,
Yet there'd be no miss.
A deadly stallion,
Street named of the horse.
Injected in vein.
In a habitual course.
Of a twisted eye...
And of a twisted kind.
Not knowing of reality.
And not of sane with drugged mind.
When I stab myself with a needle...
For this ultimate high
You better run..
Better hide.