• ~The Train~


    The pressure of the needle against his skin,
    The thrill after its out,
    Getting thirsty so he drinks,
    Head gets fuzzy he wants to sleep,
    There is no roof he calls home,
    Train tunnel here he comes,
    Midmorning the horn blows,
    But this boy does not know,he does not wake,
    In agony now, his arms are go ne,
    Forever in pain he must face.

    -true story-
    By mad Xx--ATTA--xXx (( Atta ))