HORSE (a heroin poem)

You are now larger than life
Tens of thousands screaming your name
Too much too fast
You are not sure this undeserved success will last

The pain that fueled your art
Is still tearing you apart
What you need is a friend
One who will be with you until the end

I am the Horse
I don't care
About your fortune or fame
I am the Horse
I don't care
About your family or name

Hop on my back for a free ride
Don't believe them about slow suicide
Together we will go and hide
Our bond will last a lifetime

I'll ease your pain
I'll numb your brain
Your friends and family will not understand
How we can be such intimate friends

Who else makes you feel this way
As I take your troubles away
I have removed all your doubt
Isn't this what love is all about

You are young and strong
Can handle anything
To an empty God
You are now praying

It is now too late
You have sealed your fate
Once more push the needle in
Once more inject the venom

My will is stronger than yours
Now that I am under your skin
You are flying so high
Who is listening as your children cry

I am the Horse I don't care
I have many pretty names
I am the Horse I don't care
I have always been the same

Riding in the back of a limousine
A spoon, a syringe and a full magazine
Whether you're in a penthouse suite
Lying in an alley or a shooting gallery

To me they are all the same
As long as I own your veins
You thought you had no innocence left to lose
At first, you chose me, now it's me that chooses you

You thought that money
Was the only price to pay
You will do whatever I require
To remain bound in my chains

Call my name
Every time you call
The deeper into me
You will fall

I am the Horse
I don't care
About what you have become
I am the Horse
I don't care
To my power you have succumbed

It was your pain that brought you to me
It was your pain you thought I took away
It is your pain that keeps you with me
Try to leave, I will increase it a thousand-fold everyday

In the end
You will not care about your family or friends
This is the end
Your very last fix
It is time I ford you across the River Styx

I am the Horse
I don't care
Who is the next in line
I am the Horse
I welcome the curious
Hey you, how about a free ride

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