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drug_wench

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Innocent and dignified
Before I took the hand
Of the beckoning temptation
Only junkies understand

The sickness always filled my soul
So subtle yet so mild
I seemed pure and iridescent
But you saw it when I smiled

Such a lonely, tired traveller
Lost at sea and lost of hope
When I opened up the treasure chest
I found my antedote

I felt I'd found my remedy
This life means something when it's here
It whispers to me 'I will help'
It's just more pain but I don't care

My skin is weeping, veins collapsed
Inside I know I can't endure
My weary body's daily fight
To medicate but never cure

I don't want to feel so ill
With rotting teeth and blistered flesh
Sometimes in a lucid moment
I can see I'm pushing death

Yet no matter how I ponder
Know my life needs something else
Still my twisted yet beloved fix
Counts way before myself
 
I really like this poem! I can totally relate to it and it touched me when I read it.
I especially liked this:
I felt I'd found my remedy
This life means something when it's here
It whispers to me 'I will help'
It's just more pain but I don't care
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Good job!
 
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The sickness always filled my soul
So subtle yet so mild
I seemed pure and iridescent
But you saw it when I smiled
Click to expand...

Perhaps it was the tone of the poem but i read iridescent as irradiated. I found it interesting that they share a root meaning. As if to say that everything is two sided and often times we looks past the dark side because the light seems to be becaning us forth
 
It gave me a chill... never been a junkie, but I think extreme stimulant users (even just snorting, as long as they binge) get a taste of what it's like... a whisper, maybe more.

P.S. dunno if you mean opiates/heroin specifically when you say junkie... some do some don't. In any case -- it's funny how opiate pillheads are seen as clueless by a lot of H junkies, which I think is true in terms of what it's like being a junkie, but not what it's like to be an opiate addict.

That combination of intense euphoria on the surface, and deeper down, madness and despair... it's such a strange contrast, there's nothing else like it in existence.
 
i meant an opiate junkie - although my main drug of choice was meth
i used homebake heroin, morphine and codeine as 'come downs' and as u can see from the poem they ended up damaging me nearly as much as the meth did
 
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