I told my mom how I loved her
But I know
She never held me as close as Chinese Red
The first strike led to the purest nirvana
And forever after
I followed where that hit led
My liver shivered inside my viscera
My muscles contracted in the worst pain
So I moved from snorting to shooting it
So skinny it was easy to find a vein
My mother preferred to think
And told everyone that I had committed
Suicide
Because I was dead
While still alive
From the most frigid cold and shakes
To using more and more
Chinese Red
Pouring good money after bad
I was chasing a horse that never lost
I was in a race without end
Until the final heat
Where I fell
And never ran again
