Hope
©
Abigail 1997
ref: July 98 Heroinsight
Bloodshot lines run through a heroin eye
As a blood-red sun falls from a cocaine sky.
And as the day closes and it comes to an end,
his world breaks down at the loss of his only friend.
He has nowhere to run,
he has nowhere to hide,
as American culture takes a stab at his side
wither, blister, burn and peel
all that he can do is kneel.
He bows to false gods known as enjoyment
he prays to them in lines of unemployment.
As his life slips away he plants his seeds of sorrow,
and rises one more time just to dig his own harrow.
As this husk of a man digs his own hole,
he tries one last time and lets God save his soul.
He dies and he's happy for the first time in a while,
And as he rises toward Heaven he finally cracks a
smile.
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