China White

His mouth gapes open wide;
Willpower has already died
In anticipation of what is to come.

The contents of the syringe are shot in
Hunger fed, his lips curl in a grin
The beating of his heart now a constant drum

As the world is blacked out,
He releases all doubt
From his mind - now filled with a soothing tune

He starts to hum and gets lost within dreams;
He's lost in thought while reality screams
And we drink inspiration through shots of rum.

Falling back with eyes half-closed
A decrepit junkie, perfectly posed
Senses and emotions; entirely numbed.

My friend, staring blankly down the hall
At invisible pictures upon the wall.