Trembling cause of disillusion
Can’t escape without confusion,
Hunted by your own made pain
In time your thoughts will all be slain.
Soon your life’s controlled by me
My toxins running through thee,
Execution’s close behind
Your death, by me you soon will find.
Addicted over years of use
No more a high, it’s now abuse,
You hear the pleas but won’t believe
If you continue there’s no reprieve!
So while I’m clouding judgment
To make you more reluctant,
And you scream this isn’t fair
Craving that needle of despair,
You pump me on into your veins
And alleviate all of this pain.
18/6/97 ADO
REVISED 12/2/06 ADO

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Adam Parker
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