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Taste Like Heroin
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.