Not written a poem in a while......
It`s about,although i didn`t intend it to be..someone caught up in the downward spiral of heroin addiction., having surrendered to the power of the drug, and it`s consequences.
In the soft decay, of a sinking sand
i refused the help, of another's hand
they said they`ed take ,my sins away
but i need them ,for just this day...
i must confirm who i really am
do i deserve, the fate, of all the damned
it makes no matter ,nor any sorrow
it`s my soul, at least ,until tomorrow.
so i sink ,in this soft decay
of never ending, party play
i wish the needle ,sharper be
and pull me in it`s apathy ....
what was now, is now then
leave me sleep in my foxes den
and take my sins,if you must
they lie here with me ,in the dust.