by Andrew Benham

Created on: August 27, 2008

Junkies Remorse

Mindless art of self-indulgence
rules the bodies under the sun.
I wish there was enough for you
but I am afraid now there is none.
Count the sheep of junkies
lining up in the hallway of despair.
Will you give them their immortal fix
or will you show mercy in the clouds.
I cant bear to listen to the screams
of the shallow cries from Lake Gibraltar.
Keeping my distance they fade away
while men lay dieing for their wretched desires.
You do nothing but turn your back
while the war has just been won.
No spoils for the victors
no shame for the beaten.
Just another wasted life in vain
in the streets of discontent.
I cant wait to see the sunrise
on the surface of the moon
I hope you'll come there with me
but I know you would rather stay and tend
to the demons who scream your name.

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