FROM A JUNKIE TO HIS DOPE

Dear dope,
There is no me
without you...
I have inhaled
you too long...

Without you
my bones
turn to dust
and my tears
flake off like rust...

Withdrawal is torment,
and I'm demented
beyond repair...
The grave seems
a better bed
than the cold stone
of the inside of my head...

I love you,
I need you...
Please inject yourself
into my fucking veins!

Regards,
your junkie...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(14/4/2007)