Mourning Cigarette (definite trigger)

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  1. sicksadworld

    sicksadworld Member

    Made it through another night
    Oh boy
    Scramble to find a light
    For you
    So the guy told me to write
    Oh joy
    I need just a second
    Need a fix

    Burn through the skin into the fat
    Past the nerves and then onto my back
    A pull a fool another one halo of smoke and a loaded gun
    I’m so fucking tired; tired of this
    Went through the drywall with my first
    I’ve got nothing else to do
    Its over
    It’s done
    Pull the fucking trigger man
    And put out the sun

    Back to the world again
    Oh boy
    Need a fucking cigarette
    I love you
    Settle my guts so I can think
    Oh joy
    Give me a minute to think
    Need a fix

    Why heroin how are you how could I forget
    The way you make it just go
    Out of junk, got some weed? I know I don’t have no food
    And I’m tired of feeling so cold
    Sick and tired of feeling so old
    I just puked again, I’m shaking and broke
    Its over
    A joke
    Pull the fucking trigger man
    Before you fucking choke

    I’m junkie scum and my youth is all gone
    Need me or bleed me gone south
    They say you can quit and your life will go on
    But without it I know I would die
    Cause I’m aware what I’ll find
    When I’m trapped with just me
    And I know that I’ll just use that gun instead…
    To blow my mind
  2. thedeafmusician

    thedeafmusician Staff Alumni

    I like the word play in this piece.

  3. Man... :blink:

    That was just f*cking brutal!!!!

    I was just about jonesing, reading it!
    (while chain-smoking)
  4. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

  5. fromthatshow

    fromthatshow Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    great poem :heart:
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