Morning sun burns my eyes

The day has come again

I can’t face it all alone

Friendly back street doctor

A bottle for the pain my friend

Offering me a hand

The intoxicating call

A lure of love

Picking me up when I am down

Melted on my spoon

Your hope breathes into my veins


Temporary embrace like no other

A helping hand from the abyss

Freedom for a fee

With your dirty needles.


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