Drug Bath
The drawings complete, after many redrawing on sheet
I have accomplished my image, of the drug world elite
In for a treat, as I explain this bath through many sessions
Take this journey of expressions of drug addict’s confessions
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Many possessions, including knife blades and life aids
Symbolizing one touching on death, due to coke arcades
And x raids, signing over your life to constant danger
Adopting high as a father now that sobers a stranger
It’s lame but for some odd reason we keep hurting ourselves
Knives are added once agen as we revisit hell
Each shot another knife, but we still attempt to breathe
Each cup of blood resembles ah hour taken, before we should leave
Trapped in a sleeve, my body represents how confined I am
So claustrophobic and unsocial because of the lies I cram
I examine my body, and pay extreme detail to marks
Each bruise to the body reminds me of how we live in the dark
I’ve come so far, but this part really brings the man in me
Each piece of blood surrounding the bath, is tears shed by family
And sadly, this illness snowballs as I start to set trends
Blood only positioned on one side of the image, due to lost friends
Struggle never ends, and as I progress with this addiction
The knives are slowly trapping me in, until hardly any friction
A painful crucifixion, my feelings are trapped I want to get out
Now I have no one to talk to, and an amount of pressure to shout
I need to get out, but I’ve come way to far to turn back
Facing my conscience of, “I should have never turned on the tap” .