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The ultimate high

The ultimate low

Wasted veins

Repetitive strains

An habitual girlfriend

Way past her prime

Smack took her shine

The veteran survivors still grind

A show of emotion

Devotion to addiction

A life-style of evictions

Partners through circumstances

A circle of friends lends

Friends to scam friends

The meagre pale existence

Wasted by dependence

The daily pains

The daily ungains

Huddled together

I saw them cry

Many times

When again

Realisation struck

What?

Why?

When?

If?

I'm so tired, fed up

What if?

When I?

Why did?

If I had?

Thoughts that crossed

Were continually lost

Silent screams for help

Denied by teenage angst

Accelerated aging

From the age of kicks

Stuck in a past

Which forever seems to last

Chemical utopia

Eliminates fears, eliminates pain

No tears, no thoughts

No more, nothing

The hunt for gear

Budgeted recut of the score

Sold off on the chance

To provide for even more

Another violent chase to face

Relief on return to base

Syringe, spoon and cotton

Another shot to neverland chase

Stupor phase all is forgotten

All is forgotten, all is perfect

Free but legless

The half hour stupor recovery

Rough throated and dazed

Over-happy, peace on earth

Over-hippy, love you all

Strolling in the downpours

The freak Fred Astaire

Singing in the rain

With brolly and cosmic fare

Vomiting extreme

High power splutters in between

Cleanly executed

The pace remains the same

Undisturbed

He's still singing in the rain