I cannot say I know what it is like to be addicted to something. However I can say I know what it is like to watch people you love having addictions. You can be as trapped in their habit as they are because it doesn’t only affect them, it affects everyone who is around them too. I must explain why this page has ‘shoes’ on it…someone who I love very dearly told me they would sell the shoes off their feet to get a fix and I thought that was so profound in me understanding how it is for the addict as well as for me…Kate

DRUGS

Damn you and everything you stand for
Drugs will rip out your soul and still come back for more
Damn you who trade this evil on the street
Who live in a world of danger, crime and deceit
Damn you who say “its only a bit of fun”
Tell that to those who mourn for their daughter or son
Damn you who say “druggies scum of society”
Come walk in there shoes, come walk a mile with me
Damn you who look down your noses and feel smug
Feel as if it is all beneath you, there is no choosy drug
Damn you who turn your back and close your mind
Pretend you live in a world that is all good and all kind
Damn you who steal away my relative, my friend
Who feeds into the addiction that my love cannot mend
Damn you who judge me on there addicted craziness
Do you think I would choose this?
Damn you who live in big houses from ill gotten gain
& Leave the ‘junkie’ in the gutter creased in pain
Damn you who hands over this poison to the weak
Pushes the lie it will give them all they seek
Damn you and everything you stand for
Drugs will take your mother, your father, your brother
Your sister, your friend, your lover, your life, your soul…
& Then come back without mercy looking for more.

~

There is no funeral
He is not physically dead
But he lies screaming
Dying inside my head
On a grave I picture his name
Lost in some cemetery
Does that sound so insane?

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The dregs of your society
A drain on the system, a drain on the economy
The nightmare of your job
To you its another no good junkie on the rob
‘Lock em up’ that is what people cry
Leave them in the gutter to shoot up and die
Dregs of society…NO…brother mine
Breaking my heart with your relentless life of crime
Pushing the boundaries far and wide
Tearing me apart inside
Can anyone, anything rescue you?
Dregs of society…NO…brother mine see what you do?

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Hope In Hell

You must want more from your life than this
You must have dreamt of something, ever made a wish?
This cannot be enough for you
Living to get high every day
Is this really all you want to do?
What goes through your mind in a prison cell at night?
Do you want to make things right?
You must want more from your life than this
For you I am dreaming a dream
For you I am holding out for miracles
For you I am making a wish.

~

All you want
All you think of
All you crave
All you ache for
All you desire
All you need
A little white bag of powder.

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Faded Hope

I don’t want to bury you, don’t want to lay you in the ground
I don’t want to kiss your life goodbye before real life you have found
I don’t want to get a phone call one day
I don’t want to be told that drugs have stolen you away
I don’t want to identify you in some cold mortuary
I don’t want to be living with this possibility
I love you brother mine
I think drug free you are a person mighty fine
I miss you when you are locked up inside
How I have missed you and how I have cried
I don’t want to identify you in some cold mortuary
I want my brother beside me.

(2006)