The introvert had the deadliest mind,
Many dark secrets and crimes you'd find,
He sat and rarely spoke a complete recluse,
In his mind he was plotting his next drug abuse,
His mind a maze of intricate detail,
His thoughts traveling to the drugs on sale,
Heroine his poison of choice,
It stopped the pain of his minds voice,
Pure numbness is his escape,
Getting himself in many a scrape,
With the law, crime his job to feed,
The yearning for his heroine need,
A belt round the arm wouldn't do,
The veins collapsed and in his thigh too,
His groin or his neck,
The only veins left,
Shooting poison venom in his veins,
The rush would help to numb his pains,
His way of running away,
Slumped in a chair he spent his day,
Not high but low,
The heroine made him so,
Heart rate slowed,
Beaded sweat showed,
Lips turned blue,
His numbness grew,
Shut his eyes,
Heart stopped with his demise.
From his greed,
His desperation to feed,
His addiction,
He became his own restriction,
Took an overdose,
Became comatose,
Life ceased to exist,
His life he missed,
Think before you get that far,
Informed decisions are,
Better than giving in to pressure of peers,
Otherwise this may be reality not your fears.
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