In the Junkies' Den

In the dark she lies, Not awake, not asleep, Nor alive or dead, Deep in the junkie's den. Alone, in the dark Face streaked from tears, Caked with mud, Deep in the junkie's den. She can't stop, The drug's hold is tight. Holding her, dragging her down, Down, into the junkie's den. She thinks she's alone, In her tears and pain, Her trials and sorrows. Shooting up, Deep in the junkie's den. But as hers grow still, His eyes flick open, But she does not know, Too deep in the junkie's den. He knows something is amiss, Wrong with his beloved Chelsea. He knows shes gone, gone Back to the junkie's den. He waits for her call, To return one of many, All night, too no avail. She's too seep in the junkie's den. Morning breaks, still no call, Outside he stays calm, Inside he is crying, as she is. Deep in the junkie's den. Their friendship is unconditional Their love, unstoppable, More than brother and sister. But she's deep in the junkie's den.