Cold grey eyes
Stare down the barrel
Of an icy winters road
The figure casts his shadow
Long and pale blue
Haunting its way across to the ditch
He crawled out from
His tightly fisted hand
Reaches out with mercy
For the next approaching vehicle
Its occupants are unaware
Of what those hands have done
Or will do
This road is like all the others
In his mind
A crisscrossed web of veins
Soaked in the blood
Of those who stopped
To pick him up
When you found me I was broken
Crawling, drifting, future bleak
Gave me shelter from the darkness
And a voice so I could speak
You stood up for me against it
With a spine as strong as steel
And you held me close beside you
I never doubted how you feel
My prayers had now been answered
And my pain could now subside
Your human hands were gentle
And your mercy gave me pride
When my time had come and gone
And I took my wings to fly
You cried every tear you had
But you wouldn’t say goodbye
As I crossed that bridge to sunshine
With its colours bright and true
My heart was filled with love
And that love belongs to you
Through the squeaky mail slot
Falls a note from the dealer
Beckoning your return
To bask in the glow of the high
The stuff is always the best
Pulls you down so far
You can’t see how low you have fallen
You arrive and push the heavy door open
Like a full syringe plunging slow into waiting veins
Emptying your soul beyond the fill line
And dragging you deeper
The blur that ensues is a colourful dream
Satisfaction in the moments
Are less so as they fade
You head for the door with haste
Trying to escape that need
Euphoria replaced with reality as the dealer takes his price
You swear this is the last time you will answer his call
Until that squeak of the mail slot beckons again
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