I wrote this on 5/12/06 while messed up on Percocets.
Addicted:
The crackle inside the bottle draws me near
Its something that I can always count on
I pop 4 Watsons then drink a beer
I lay back, relax then turn on a song
15 minutes later im drifting away
In a world that is so much better than my own
For a few hours everything is so great
Time passes and everything suddenly is gone
I need more to survive this wretched existance
M359s, 512s, Watson 10s, Theyre the best
Percocet, Vicoden, Lortab, Lorcets
I cant pull away, Im a twisted mess.
A slave to the master I must bow down
When he becons his servent forth
I stand before him, and place his crown
Then as Oliver, beg "Please sir, I want some more"
I take 5 more then start again this cycle
Just as a circle will never end
On this, Ill never have a hold
Addicted to the master, my soul i send
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