BURNING HEROIN
I remember those evenings
falling from high buildings
asking you what colour cold felt like
I never saw you again
I remember those evenings
you said you were scared of open spaces
talking about suicide
asking you what colour cold felt like
I never saw you again
I remember those evenings
the most depressing period Of my life began
I'd go to big churches
and light candles for your heroin
I'd sit and watch them burn for hours
afterwards I'd walk out into the street
into the sunlight
I never saw you again
I remember those evenings
asking you what colour cold felt like
I never saw you again
because you were dead.
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