Heroin she said
walking down the streets at nighti see her stumbling through the raina skinny figure in the darkher face a shade of grey
begging here and barking thereshes swearing all the timeher fingers fumbling with her haira dirty mess of grime
and she starts to cry and shes asking whyher lifes always the samebut she does not see, that unfortunatelytheres no one here to blame
"heroin" she said, "was the best i had...no more mountains left to climb.the world so slow... all my dreams just too highto be fulfilled in time...!"
she grabs my arm... and i feel alarmedher fingers gripping tighti see her pleading eyes... so i start to diguiseand say, that everythings alright...
and the reason why i pretended and liedis that i dont want to killthe poor dream thats left in the deepest cleftof the thing that she calls will...!
"heroin" she said...