by Kat Stovall

Created on: February 08, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

Down, Down, Down

I got the shimmies and the shakes,
My mouth is dry and my body aches.
I'll do it. Whatever it takes.
Just give me one more taste.

I'm flying high. Give me more.
Make me numb. Make me soar.
Need it bad. Got to score.
Feel it burn. Down in my core.

Powder, smoke, liquid, or pill.
It makes me hate it makes me steal.
I'm high as hell but feeling ill.
Got to get more even if I have to kill.

Shooting up under the streetlight.
Selling myself to the night.
Momma cries it's not right.
I don't call her. Don't want to fight.

Broken down. I cough and hack.
Still trying to find some smack.
Living in the dumpster out back.
Lost it all but my pipe and my crack.

The drugs use to have a charm.
Didn't believe they'd do this harm.
Now, I'm so cold. Can't get warm.
Stick the needle in my arm.

The clinic says I got HIV.
Wonder which junkie gave it to me.
I don't care! Can't you see.
More drugs will set me free.

Oh my god! I am looking down.
There's my body on the ground.
No one cares. No one around.
There I die without a sound.

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