Lost and alone the needle takes its toll <br />Another quick fix, another lost soul <br />Feeling the rush running thru my vein <br />As the euphoric feeling hits my brain <br /> <br />Loosing all worries no more cares <br />Running in slow motion simple blank stares <br />A power takes over I cannot control <br />Out in the streets I begin to patrol <br /> <br />Trying to arrange my next little hit <br />Sinking deeper and deeper into a bottomless pit <br />Lying, stealing and selling my body to the night <br />I give up on everything no longer willing to fight <br /> <br />The drug in my brain takes me to the next level <br />As I begin to bargain my life and make deals with the devil <br />He stands on the corner most times in the dark <br />He knows my type I’m and easy mark <br /> <br />For the needle has done its job, in me it’s planted its seed <br />I’ll promise him anything if he gives me what I need <br />I followed him into an alley once there I was on my knees <br />As long as I got my fix he could do with me as he pleased <br /> <br />I’ll see you again bitch; you know where I can be found <br />He left as quick as he appeared tossing a packet to the ground <br />Feeling as if I had won a prize no shame in what I had done <br />I set off into the darkness to finish what I had begun <br /> <br />Once again I placed the needle in my vein it was and easy mark <br />As I sat there in the corner of my room alone and in the dark <br />The drug begins its course it’s now my only obsession <br />This is a brief glimpse into a addicts midnight confession<br /><br />Poison 9901<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/midnight-confessions/
