cocaine

It was cold
I was freezing
I had a few more miles to go
walking through the snow
makeup smeared from the night before
neighbors staring, "what a whore"
what more can I say
the only way to stay alive is this way
I had to try it
now I'm flying
when it's worn off
I'm dying
crying
lying
no one can bring me up
but him
his ice cold breeze
up my nose
curling up my toes
one more
please
come on
don't be a bitch
peeping eyes
snitch
I can take the side effects
just give me more
I'll do what I need to
I'll be a whore
the itch I can't scratch
unless lit with a match
kissing his neck
manipulating his brain
all for the itch
the burning pain
it makes me feel alive in this deadbeat town
makes a sound if no ones around
I feel full
but never satisfied
only high
I want more
but I was denied