DRUGS Poem: Skull and bones, by Neil van Schalkwyk

One by one your teeth are chipping, breaking, rotting away and then falling out;
that’s one of the things about substance abuse you were warned about.
I mean eventually your health will deteriorate but fortunately this minor inconvenience has a slow
start,
at the end you’re standing one foot in the grave constantly worrying about the beat stopping of your
heart.

Your bladder is fucked, kidneys pounding and liver aching
and it’s just a matter of time before your sanity soul starts escaping…
That’s what I suppose we call the point of no return?
That part of your life where you start embracing the thought of hell’s burn.

Always thinking this beat is the last one your heart is gonna give;
it’s been 5 fucking years and yet I still live?
Now to live with heroin addiction plus worrying about all that shit every single fucking day,
now that really fucks you over and take every single one of life’s little joys away…

Always lost in this huge dark ocean of hate, fear and despair,
standing at deaths door and still for one single second you don’t even care?
You really need to figure out what the fuck you have to do?
God dammit! you’ve even been stupid enough to sniff petrol and the odd bit of glue.

You really have to sort out your fucking head
cause otherwise I’ll die with nothing but loads of fucking regret..