Any Drug

Any Drug

The pain of withdrawal is something that most people never experience

Whether you expose your veins, or smoke rises from the foil,

The way you ingest this creature is your choice and yours alone.

Without it your life will change, sweating as if you are on the sun,

Then you have chills that reach the bone,

A bleakness, a world that revolves around this one product,

You are at its disposal; it has made rich men poor,

That beauty queen, she now is a whore,

You will steal to get your fix, lying:

Cheating comes next and it comes quick.

Around the corner, you know there is help,

This creature blocks the door,

Hating this world it makes me sick.