Cook the brown
Fill the syringe
Find a vein
Not on the edge.

Sharp sting
Of anticipation
Keeps self loathing a bay
Time for time to stop
For me to go away.

Caught the dragon
That first time
Man it was good
Now I realise
Syringe ryhmes
With orange
When I add
A little blood.

Press down slow
Feel the itch
And forget for a while
That life’s a bitch.

One misery not chosen
Outside control
Swapped for another
That I can own,
That I can turn
On and off
By taking a hit,
And making
The chosen misery
Fade,
For just a little bit.

You catch the dragon once
That’s his trick
You spend your life
In vain vein misery
Chasing
That first pin pick.

That first rush
The last time
You’ll ever feel
Heaven when you push
The brown inside
But it’s your misery
And yours alone
It lies to you
Because it’s you
Being owned.