Strung out

Alone I sit,
in my room,
melting it down
on a spoon.

Roll up my sleeve,
and tie one on...
In just a moment,
the \"hurt\" is gone!

I remove the needle
from my punctured vein,
a warm orgasmic euphoria
takes the place of all my pain.

So again I sit here,
all alone, and oh, so \"high,\"
counting my depression-filled days,
until I\'m lucky enough to die

(4ben)