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Cocaine White
White coated veins don't run like they should
You've been blown for so long that it stopped feeling good
It looks like the world is covered in blood
Cuz it is
It is.
Your nose won't stop bleeding, your friends say your fine
Don't worry baby, take another line.
You feel like your lips have gone too numb to talk
Well they did
They did
And the world is turning, or maybe just your head
You can't tell anymore if your alive or your dead
And your crying out for your parents
Cuz you're still a kid
A kid
Was it worth that high to throw away your life?
Death hurts worse when it's done without a knife
And the worlds gunna spin a little slower
Tonight...
Tonight.
nice
what genre would it be in?
As an excoke addict, I can totally identify with this poem. You did an amazing job giving light to the darkest side of it. Kudos!
Deliciously remorsful..
I love the pure raw emotion put forth...
Another great piece of prose..
another great poem. (or song) I like how you showed the negative side of drugs and what they can do.