With one year past,
I sit here at last,
It has been but a blast,
I sit here at last,
Wasted so fast,
It's a grand tale you know,
How many years ago,
Mary took her toll,
In a poor unsuspecting soul,
For a nightmare to unfold,
The first time we met to kiss,
It was maybe an hour or so of bliss,
My lungs choked to the strange newness,
And my sister so proud of this,
My mind consumed in thick mists,
It was a rough road and tough weather,
But me and Mary stayed together,
And for awhile there she got better,
But to her I was so very tethered,
All my thoughts would float like a feather,
Mary was a cunning woman,
She even brought her friends to the clan,
Mary and Snow White fought over me to be their man,
So I decided to play them as best as I can,
But bitter feelings blew in from a fan,
My life one large nightmare,
My bedmate left with my heir,
And one wasted night sent me to jail,
So the judge ordered me to bail,
Away from my women who didn't D.A.R.E,
I always held onto the hope,
That me and Mary could elope,
She is dirt that can't be removed with soap,
What can I say? I love the dope,
Even a year later I can't say "nope",
So we met when my mom left town,
In my room so safe and sound,
I paid a lot to have her around,
In the air went her sweet white gown,
But she wasn't as glamorous as her renown,
She left me here so unsatisfied,
And I felt my passion for her start to die,
So weakened in my bed I started to cry,
Because for the first time I saw why,
I had done so much better without her lie,
But as I try to kick her out of my life,
We make up as if she were my wife,
Yet my mind is in a painful strife,
I need her like a cutter needs a knife,
Yet I can't even enjoy her in my life,
I know I need to leave,
From the wasted nightmare that she weaves,
And I know she'll only deceive,
Even now she makes my stomach heave,
And for my one-night-stand I grieve,
Because with one year past,
I sit here at last,
It has been but a blast,
I sit here at last,
Wasted so fast,
Author notes
This is about relapsing after having done so good, and pulling their life back together, and and apart from being humiliated by their weakness, they realize that it wasn't what it used to be, and there is no way of reliving the past, so they realize that they're ready to leave the drugs for good.
A contest entry
- Wasted by TheStupidLamb.
450 points, ended April 24, 2008, 12 entries
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