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Heroin's Heroine She comes to me so differently in color and in hue. A changing name a changing face, she always will allure. She's as black as melting midnight oil, and as white as arctic snow. There are times that you will hear her called Dilaudid. She'll reach her hands inside some heart and gently caress that soul. Whispers to me that I have a choice, but she has total control. Her velvet voice a scream to some; we can hear her even now. Sometimes you say her name is Codeine. She finds me always and anywhere in a church that's filled with nuns. She'll walk you down a dangerous road surrounded by knives and guns. She comes from doctors comes from thieves, I used to cop from a lawyer's son. Now you say the lady's name is Heroin. Her friends are death and misery, she will demand one-hundred percent. After a while her beauty is gone, about the time you are broken and bent. Her assurances are fleeting now, lasting only half a day. Her once sweet smell is now the stink of black tar. Once she's taken your virginity she never will forget. You try to leave her high and dry she leaves you lying in your own sweat. You'll be as sick as you've ever been, weak and emotionally wrecked. Now you wonder how you ever loved her. Pills, powders, liquids or tars, she has unlimited forms; while crossing classes and borders too, from slums to private school dorms. She eases pain like none you've met, in fact it's her specialty. These are the times she prefers to be called Morphine. Smoke and sniff swallow or shoot, to her it's always the same. So many use her sparingly but she always wins that game. She has more patience than Job, I'm told; her voice goes right to your soul. As always she has left you room for nothing. She keeps score well for thirty-odd years by the scars upon your arm. She feels so good you cannot preceive why she causes you such harm. She won't take no and never has; her strong suit is denying you. She's happiest when your hungry heart stops beating. The sun always rises that's what they say, they don't tell you it always sets. If you are playing With her fire's flames you better learn to hedge your bets. Eternally indifferent she always is, she knows she's going to win. I misunderstood and thought her name was Heroine. |
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