"Heroin Eyes"
#6 of Poetry, both old and new
For those who may have read my story "Charlie and James, " this poem may seem familiar. This is the original draft, written by my departed mate as an anniversary gift for me on our second year together. He even gave me his permission to change its lyrics to give it more emotion when I used it in my story.
"Heroin Eyes"
Written by Charles "Chucky" Mallon,
2 June, 2011. Reproduced by Ken Anderson.
So many people walking by,
So dead, but still alive.
They're all in a rush to
Get in line.
Familiar faces, with their smiles
As blank as mine,
Open eyes and empty minds...
Stuck in their patterns, day and night,
With no release in sight,
They live and die inside their hives...
From nine to five they keep their
Masters satisfied;
White collared slaves with no real lives...
As they drown their pain in
Beer and wine,
An Illusion of good times.
Just leave your hopes and dreams
Behind...
Check your emotions;
Leave your happy at the door.
Drown your depressions while you're lying on the floor.
I see the sadness in their eyes,
The truth behind their lies.
See, they can't laugh,
and i can't cry...
They form the pieces of the same machine,
and I?
I'm standing by,
Watching your world through heroin eyes...
Watching you world through heroin eyes...