Puncture holes
Much to my chagrin
A loveless soul
Filled with gargantuan sin
Subservient to addiction
Wincing with each injection
That was my reality's depiction
A halo-less reflection
Fold your hands
Pray my depravity away
Follow the drugs commands
Its an addicts cliche
Omnipresent consumption
A mind altering cure
Make your assumption
For an individual so impure
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