Standing to attention
To the last orders bell.
Choking back the smoke
Of a private hell.
Making love to the vein
With the needles prick.
Trying hard to score
Through the tears of rain.
Scratching out the lines
With a razors blade.
Slicing at the flesh
With that none left pain.
Trying, oh so hard,
To control everything inside.
Loosing to the lows,
Of the covert suicide.