Needle in my arm
makes my head fall back
takes me away
makes my thoughts go black
losing what makes me sane
getting up to cause
you tormented pain
I walk to the door
the knife hidden well
tonight you will drown in your own blood
I'm creating your living hell
you choke as I slit your throaght
im lauging at your eyes
pleading to stop taking lives
as you go cold
I turn and walk away
I'm long not done
needless to say....
Debbie Steyn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quick-fix-3/
