my meloncholy thorax
detoxification sucks
the poppies of you have sliced me to the quick
where;s my blue lady
i;m in need of a fix
band the bicep and bulge the vein
jak back and mix with blood
enjoy the rush
and the warm comfort
softens the shards in my life

the phone rings and its you
if only you;d rang twenty minutes ago
i couldv;e vented my spleen
but in the heroin bath
you become my queen