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Taste Like Heroin

Updated on February 15, 2013

Bitter lips touch his skin,

Doesn't feel good but it's heaven within.

Severe pain makes him cry,

He knows one thing can help him fly.

Salt, colored brown.

Smell, makes him frown.

Hell..all of them say,

But he sold his life for it to pay.

Taste... Smell... Touch..

The feeling is nirvana so much.

He is an ordinary man,

Suddenly, he becomes superman.

Pain.. Burdens.. Agony..

Replaced with wings that bring tragedy.

His old woman waits at home,

While he's under the train getting stoned.

Under the moonlight and the stars,

He swears he's landing on Mars.

Forests... Cool wind... Wild flowers..

He knows he's dreaming but this is the last hour.

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    • Gypsy Rose Lee profile image

      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and awesome. The poetry is great telling an unfortunate tale of drug addiction.

    • Valorie Esquilona profile image
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      Valorie Esquilona 4 years ago from Philippines

      that's right Gypsy Rose. This poem is inspired by Jim Carroll's Basketball Diaries. thanks for voting up.

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