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Is there a point?
Amphetamine based? Take your mind off all your woes by being to busy to think about it. Dancing, talking, partying all night. Night after night no rest, but most of all no sleep. No sleep to dream of what you can't have, or no nightmares about who you are. There wouldn't be a minute to rest, which would also mean not a minute to deal with the hurt and ache in the depths of your soul. But more than often it is the needle that brings you here, so I guess that doesn't help.
I have a tablet. Lets face it, what tablet don't I have. Codeine, Valium, Prozac, Derapacs, ones to speed you up, ones to slow you down, ones to relax your body. Cloud your head, in a chemical cocktail, where you would be luck to remember your name let alone your problems. But I can't quite see them being your scene. They still seem to be the choic of the blue rinse set.
If I tried I may be able to find some alchohol. Drown away your sorrow and pains. But the stuff I could come up with probably wouldn't be to your taste.
I have some normal blades. You could cut into your flesh, 'til the pain and the agony of the body washes red tides over the pain of the heart. Mulilate the skin in a frenzy of self obsessed destruction. Although those scas on your arms tell my that you have already tried that. And once again more than often that is what brings you here.
I guess nothing I have will stop you coming here. And I guess I don't really have the time to stop you. I havve my job to do and if I wasn't here, it would just start backing up. Is it really my responsibility to save your generation anyway? Besides as I said I have a job to do.
Autopsy begain at 13.00. Subject white male. Approx, early twenties. Suspected cause of death is a drug overdoes. Extensive evidence of intravenous drug use..........
© 1998 Aveline Rubinshteyn