OMFUG

Her image is frayed,
tattered by her own hands.
Memories the same,
reach out to understand.
One rocket too many,
the story never changes.
I saw the blackened spoon,
the writing on the pages

But you were too young
to understand.
Liquid gun into your veins,
to float away
escape the pain.
But you were too young
to turn around.
There was nowhere left to stand;
all the places
empty spaces.
Burning at both ends,
never be dope-sick again.

Always seemed to ramble on,
the spark was quick to catch.
We all just blistered in your flame.
You burned more, much more than the rest.
And now the tracks will never heal;
the train caught up to you.
Maybe you finally think you’re beautiful,
Your lips are such a pretty shade of blue.

But you were too young
to understand.
Liquid gun into your veins,
to float away
escape the pain.
But you were too young
to turn around.
There was nowhere left to stand;
all the places
empty spaces.
Burning at both ends,
never be dope-sick again.

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