Epilogue, Opiates and Gods

In Memoriam of a junkie


I wish I told you then,
When snow fell o’er the quiet town
So many years ago
Beneath the crystals falling down.

I wish I told you then,
With cigarettes and bitter cold;
So many years ago,
Two ancient friends with drugs untold.

I wish I told you then,
Instead of glorifying lies;
So many years ago
When I could still behold your eyes.

I wish I told you then,
Before the shackles rusted shut;
So many years ago,
Before the fix would grow uncut.

So many years ago…
Now leaves fall o’er this quiet town.
I know I missed my chance
Before the needle laid you down.

 

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