now I know;
why junkies stick needles
in their arms,
and lie dying
in back street alleys;
now I know;
why death comes,
before the body
actually dies;
now I know
what Christ felt;
now I know;
where people go,
when there is
nothing left;
now I know;
just how black
the darkness of the night
can be;
now I know;
just how deep
the bottom
really is;
now I know;
and the needle,
and the powder,
and the shots of whiskey,
and death;
only make it
legitimate;
now I know;
and have lived
to tell about it.
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