Venom Poem by Ken Barrett

Passed out with this needle in my arm,
Not caring about how it may harm.
Nothing I can do can hold back its rain,
Sweet nectar plunging into my vein.

How I wish I wasn't so insecure,
To depend on something so impure.
Will this fixation to take this ride,
Become my self obsessive suicide.

While this venom is running its course,
I don't have any feelings of remorse.
Just wondering how I can make it,
Without pretending that I fake it.

Can I survive until my next fix,
Or do I need to turn some more tricks,
I want to quit, but make an excuse,
Will someone please help me stop this abuse.