Dirty Needle Love Games Poem by Paul Fisher

Is it love…
When the syringe enters your skin
Kiss the dirty needle

Enters your skin
Love sores of emptiness
Let it take hold
You need it more than anything

Can’t sleep without it
Can’t function without it
Can’t live without it
We’re all gonna to die

Under the skin
Your blood’s unclean
Cleanse it, cleanse it
You need your fix

It’s here
Under your skin
Get it out
Cut it out

Can’t eat without it
Can’t feel without it
Can’t taste without it
We’re all going to die

Cleanse your blood
Cleanse your blood
Dirty needle love games
CLEANSE YOUR BLOOD