Little pink drink.
I was on methadone for about 15 years I reduced and jumped off then months later I busted and had a little drink.
Fell asleep in my room in bed, I woke from sleep but I was still dreaming and I was a spirit I came into the lounge room where my brother was asleep facing the wall where he sleeps on the floor everything was how I left it to go to sleep I screamed ”josh!” ”JOSH!” ”josh!” ”JOSH!” he wouldn't wake then I knew it was I that was dead from the methadone he gave me.
I got really scared and tried my hardest to wake.
I woke in bed sat up walked outshouted ”JOSH!” ”josh!”
no...
Still sleeping he and me...
and I was dead,
I freaked out tried smashing cups and playing with the lights to no avail I was dead! a spirit living what I thought would be forever in a unit of eternity...
No more methadone for me...