FALLING into darkness,
dipping into heavy sin.
waiting for the pay off,
waiting for the sh..t to
hit the fan.
AND my room feels congested,
and my body full of pain,
and my hands start to tremble,
as i stick this needle into
my vain.
that could be more of a payback, good friend...been lookin' for ya...but keep missin' ya......GOOD WRITE...GRAPHIC IS CREATION FOR THE EYES, MIND, & GUT....GREAT STUFF...IN FACT I'LL TEN YA UP FOR IT! ''''''''''''FRANK
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I would like to translate this poem
with such few words you say it all great read here