Come one come all to shop these sad streets
What sweet oblivion is it you seek?
A twenty minute dance with the lady in white?
Her dresses disguise with their sheerness so light
That sour decay of rancid grey skin
Her black shark's eyes now reflect your own sins.
Or is your desire to sink like some stone?
A calm that touches even the bone.
But watch for the bottom the landing is hard.
And the bends at the surface will tear you apart.
So sorry, but I've forgotten your name.
Without Talwin or Oxy I'm hardly the same.
So know when you barter with money or gold.
You can't buy it back once your soul has been sold.
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