China White

His mouth gapes open wide;
Willpower has already died
In anticipation of what is to come.

The contents of the syringe are shot in
Hunger fed, his lips curl in a grin
The beating of his heart now a constant drum

As the world is blacked out,
He releases all doubt
From his mind - now filled with a soothing tune

He starts to hum and gets lost within dreams;
He's lost in thought while reality screams
And we drink inspiration through shots of rum.

Falling back with eyes half-closed
A decrepit junkie, perfectly posed
Senses and emotions; entirely numbed.

My friend, staring blankly down the hall
At invisible pictures upon the wall.

<special note>
I wrote this shortly after a "friend" of mine, JW, did heroin for his first time in Victoria, BC. I got really upset with him about it because I cared about him as a human being and didn't want to see him go down that road. We drank and smoked a lot of weed together, but I was adamant against doing the highly addictive "hard stuff" like heroin, cocaine/crack, crystal meth, and so on. I didn't want to see any of my friends, or anyone I hung out with get into that stuff because of how easy it is to become an addict to those substances—especially most anything from the opioid family of drugs.