Siren’s Song

Heroin is not but a sirens song to me
singing of warm forgetfull peace
so false and fleeting
self-induced living death
the jones ever creeping
til none is left but a wretch
shadow-chasing
a nightmare of my own contriving
ever convinced of her beauty
but never realizing
it was just her song in my head
and not worth dying for.

Notes:
I think this one speaks for itself.

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