Chasing shadows into darkened alleyways

behind pubs, in pitch black ditches.

Finding nothing but a pitiful disguise of fate.

wandering, lost between places

Memories merge, but never fade.

clouds over clear eyes and insightful minds

Undistinguished passing of time.

Back in a room

with no windows or doors,

Spirits fly through the walls

cackling like insane witches

Brought from the past.

Spinning, circling

Crying, screaming, crushing out

Any thought

Any movement

And desire

… or choice.

A numb and useless mind

Replays the same song

In a child’s voice

It cries HEROIN.