Change
By Steo Murphy
As I looked down at me leg
I started to think
the drugs don't work
me eyes won't blink
me piss is black
me fingers are brown
I can't eat food
it won't stay down
I'm covered in puke
I'm stained with blood
my pus filled wounds
are covered in mud
cold turkey pains
make me binge
I have to use
an old syringe
If I could go back
and live again
I wouldn't change
a single thing
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