Faux Heaven Poem by Jason Jackson

Desolation, deprivation & regret
I am bound by these chains & yet
my addiction takes hold of my being,
I continue to walk, without seeing

My heart may be blackened hue, but others see grey,
I cannot walk the right line every day
when you feel the real lack of realisation,
I will help you off at the very next station

Leave me to die in my own unique way,
do not try to revive me if I fade away
there will be a place for me in faux heaven,
when I take the dice & roll me a good seven