POETRY
Heroin Chic
Rather Bleak
What a disgrace
Blood stained hand
Pale white faceHow do I keep up this façade
Don’t envy me
As you sit and applaudHeroin chic
No longer in fashion
Still fucking a rock star
In his mansion
I held my body for ransom
You can’t even imagineMy life had become a blur
An obstacle of lies
Obstacle obscure…