My Life Is Oxycon Poem by Matt Matherne

Time is not on my side
I’ve lost it all
I’ve swallowed my pride
There’s a rumour goin’ round that I’m going down
That I won’t be ‘round long
I can’t shake you lose
Everyday I want your noose

My life is Oxycon
You get too much you get too high
Not enough and you're gonna die
Oxy gets you high

Time is no healer
When it's not there
Lonely fever
Sad thoughts in the air
Some things are better left unsaid
I'm gonna spend my days in bed
I'll walk the streets at night
To be hidden by the shadows where there's no light