Really dirty person
No one put a gun to his headbecause inside he was already dead
making that choice so long ago
using that urge to say HELLO
wishing he'd said goodbye instead
he faces cocaine with looming dread
selfish and self centered he has been
living cut off to an addiction end
loved one's going through personal hell
afraid to face or even tell
his narcotic soul being so weak
not able to grasp the help he needs
he'd rather keep going until he drops
when the angel of death finally knocks.
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