now I know

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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