Strung Out: (A Drug Addiction)
Preface:
Narrator: Now as we watch dismayed at choices displayed you feel the need to ask why
What was that Kanye said? “I’m sky high”
Sarina: Why the fuck cant I get a high
Jason: Injection after injection and I still don’t know why
Jeremy: Ecstasy, cocaine, herbal it doesn’t matter whatever gets me there
Shayna: Pop pills till im doped up to perfection and the needles I don’t share
At the Moment:
4 keys to going OVERBOARD
Sarina Smoking: Rolled the L figured I’d blow a spliff just deception
Contraception from recollection integrity usually my smoke detection
Though at this moment in time all I wanted to do was be free
Permanent-ly scarred from my past its continually hounding me
Drowning me almost as if the weed was my oxygen
high till ten, fight to win, wakeup the next morning and do it again
Like I was in my own world and no one would help so….
with the pain I dealt, smoked up to the point numb was what I felt
Really the smoke doesn’t help it just takes my pain away BACK TO
the craziest day, that eventually lead me astray
He watched with pleasure as I died silently, his passion executed violently
as he forced himself inside of me, purely invasion of my privacy
Purple haze fades that faze, yet traps me into this emotional maze
so the weed is what I need to portray those old happy days!
Interlude to Sniffing:
Jeremy: Sniffing: I used to always think “that’ll never be me” just keep pushing wait to these crack heads in the street, until the day death in lines met up with me
Jeremy: Sniffing: Lined up perfectly, the lies were hurting me
perjury under oath, convicted of self burglary deservingly
Drugs preserving me, SOS with urgency, somebody save me im dying
there’s no conserving me. Power Greed and Denial is what officially
landed me near, inceptions of fear, visions un-clear, lies to hear
Protection from judgment and deceit of course not here
so I turned to the lines and started to march with them daily
normality a maybe slinging sniffing constantly on the run, even
from feelings of deception since the day of my conception
The pain reflected, inspected from a different retrospective
tears collected, lies detected just to keep my feelings protected
Pink, Red, Blue, or Snow White no matter the color I’ll sniff it
Just to keep the pain inside from satiating and have my spirits lifted
pains prescripted tale’s in scripted once upon a time truly I was gifted
Though it seems the pain has shifted my heart has no detail
rather fairly decrypted disdain inflicted cocaine I sniffed it
Heroine I spliffed it, till the day my outlook on life I DISMISSED IT!
Interlude to Injections:
(Jason asks) can I use your needle I need it badly?
This obsession has become my own personal savvy
until HIV/AIDS decided it’d grab me!
Jason: Injections: Gemini split personality faze
tighten the belt around my arm and personality fades
realities maze trapped inside my rage pens bleed sage
yet pain and confinement are written on the page
Switch blade, fines repaid through these choices I’ve made
It was my entire fault and now and this disease possessed me
As if it were in crested in me, wait was it just me? The punishment fit justly
Written in the results that needle chose my destiny, I was inflamed with pain
NO! This can’t happen to me tried to abstain from crying refrain this internal dying
For dead I was left lying on this examination bed wondering where death really lead
Now as the results were displayed I completely lost it as thoughts of detriment rushed to my head
Nurse: You have tested HIV positive I will need all the names of the people you’ve slept with
I understand this will be tough preparation for death in addition to the pain you’ve dealt with
Fight with us sir the cure is internal you can live on, exhibit strength it comes from within
Don’t cry sir all of this will be over soon and this battle you’ll win
Jason: As I sob in this nurses lap death sets its trap I head home only to accept this mishap
Gun- cocked arm shot, I decided time was up and my future was a WRAP!
Interlude to Pills:
(Shayna says) I don’t know much about pills but are you sure they can heal?
(Dealer says) Lady im sure the pain it will kill, give me my money and reminder don’t take over 40 milz
Shayna: Pills: Now sit and remain as I attempt to explain
The methods I used as aim to destroy this pain
Depression was deep it decayed me to the core, Pop one,
Then two and release from pain I was still begging for
Like a lion inside with no refrain it would roar
So I popped day after day until I could take no more
Flashbacks would re-iterate awakened in cold sweat
I control this shame with fret, contention between alarm and detect
Pressure to forgive and forget, whimsical at the least I admit
That forgetting the past was as far as I’d get
Submission was a doubt but this was it definitely
I swallow and death enters me, I myself was my own worst enemy
Contemplating measurements, how much is enough?
Deciding was tough; wait… was I calling my own bluff
Took 400 milz worth of pills, doctors classified me as mentally ill
Almost if I were brain dead reality was at most unreal
Doctor: She’s coming back come on one more time CLEAR!
Come on mam’ fight for it come on come on she’s almost here
Shayna: Gasps and begins to breathe heavily still fighting for breath
Listening to doctors commend her as she made it through death
Doctor: I have never seen anyone’s face exhibit that colossal amount of fear
Doctor#2: Sleep on with contentment qualms are mere…
Conclusion:
Sarina woke up one morning lost her mind and was only to be institutionalized, locked in confinement and eventually gave up her “so-called” life to suicide
Jeremy had a feud with his lines, figured he’d try it one last time over-dosed and couldn’t be revived
Jason well AIDS got a hold of him and the drugs didn’t help fastest in history he gave up so quick his last words were “Don’t let death seduce you, only you hold the solution to the LIFE you pick”
Shayna well what can I say about her besides she used to be me, but I was given a second chance to set people equivalent to me free, so as I do this today in loving memory to Jeremy Jason and Sarina drug victims these three, in us you live on rest in peace
Contention:
Narrator: The struggle between life and bereavement is one where everyone strives
A capricious thought “How does the object (no matter the descent) that KILLS you so often stays ALIVE
- Genesis A.
K.
A. Nena
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