2 December 2012
thoughts pour into my mind behind a cloud of smoke,
the words won't come out as I choke.
the fire grows,
orange, yellow, blue, red.
reminding me soon I'll be dead.
my brain becomes dumb,
drugs bought from scum.
adrenaline send shivers down my back,
I can't escape, no slack.
draft #1 about drugs • Opuss № I