Drug Naive
They told me it could happen to me
The wispering in the closet said
that i could drop dead
in a cold and lonesome gutter
that’d serve me good
But my God don’t love me no more
Now who can i love?
i want to turn myself in.
such things don’t seem to be
the way i want them to-
because my love will taunt me.
she will creep up on me like the night.
an experience is all i search for.
all i want is to see for myself
what the night is like.
~Shy~