Herion

Heroin

How she glazed into my eyes every night

How she wonder how I would be

Always with her black case

She was genuine blissful with sounds of nature

Having dreams of seas, taking me far, far away

Mystic voyages she said it will be

Sweet inspirations

Beautiful and peaceful

Claming and relaxing

The composer of my heart so blissful

Her eyes her soul at times devilish

Heart as pure as gold

Sunset pictures heavenly sceneries

Finding Elysium

My place of ideal happiness

Living your freedom

Within your plunger and needles

Cascading within my crimson blood

Wistful visions

All this before dawn

Inject her and see moonlit dreams

How tomorrow is gone and I shed this tear

Of how you are a memory

HERION
Raul K. Rios