Heroin Sundays

Chasing shadows in the twilight, lost in the haze, Needles whispering secrets, in a synthetic maze. Heartbeats sync with the rhythm, of a dangerous game, Life's a flame flickering, but I’m stuck in the same. Dark clouds hovering, like a storm ready to rain, Every hit's a moment, but it’s never the gain. Dreams fade in the needle, reality’s a thief, Caught in a spiral, searching for relief. Heroin Sundays, the high feels divine, But the crash hits harder, like the weight of a crime. Friends turn to ghosts, in this haunted parade, Every promise I made, in the shadows they fade. Chasing euphoria, but it’s just a mirage, Life’s a canvas painted with a broken collage. I’m just a soldier, fighting battles within, But the war’s never over, when you’re trapped in the sin.