Drugs
kill
There
is no escape
The
hard drugs roll
Once
you forget
The
hell gate opens
You
may try to run
Once
in its grip
It
is hard to let go
The
promises of images
The
vestal virgins
The
Rajabrook butterfly
Spreading
its colours
Drowning
into a bliss
You
think you are in heaven
It
is just a short flight
The
misery hit the brain
The
craze of a need
The
hard drugs make the scene
You
may try to run
The
hell gate opens
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