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Distended rotten carcasses

All friends and neighbours

Festooned with gore

I pick through piles of dead

Slime coated fingers

Found nothing yet

Heroin, I will die

Of dopesickness

Finally a baggie up a corpse’s ass

Is my salvation

An injection of a mystery drug

Contaminated with infected flesh

Will I be high or dead?

There is black blood in my syringe

Laced with fecal matter

I inject it

As waves of euphoria take me out

The drugs fixing me were never in doubt

I hate that risk of infection is high

But I’d rather get stoned once more before I turn

Is what I’m doing suicide?

I don’t see choice

Between a life of dopesickness and zombification

I choose death

The high a memory

I search again

This time more hopeless

I loot the dead

My mind is breaking

Hands caked with gore

As I search asses for the next score