Drug Poem by Christopher Montalvo

(Dedication/Inspiration: Nickelback)

Flat on the floor,
Tasting the curb's concrete,
Every hit makes me want it more,
Awakens my dormant heartbeat,
Old enough to experience the feeling,
A introduction to manhood,
A demon disguised as a blessing.
But the pleasure is too damn good.

Cowboy hat tilted to the side,
Promised me to one last run,
Raided my pusher with no caution,
By any means just to get high,
Blew past the guardsman,
Full force and guns blazing,
Hold out your hand.
Release my little friend,
Or the next go round,
We'll burn this place to the ground.

Breathe, inject or inhale,
The feeling remains so surreal,
One deep exhale,
My mind takes a leap of faith,
A hero with broken wings,
Flies far away,
Hoping to awake another day.

Woke up this morning,
Those good times gone,
While the leader of men,
Still pulling the strings,
So in slow motion,
I doze off back to sleep,
Realizing that someday,
I'll learn the hard way.