Callie

It was something about drugs being a seductress, mistress or something like that? I was thinking it was called Miss Heroin, but that's not it. I'm thinking Cynical may have posted it a few months ago??

I'm drawing a blank here... which isn't uncommon as of late! Thanks!

Callie

Was trying to google it and came across this...wow (though this isn't the one I was looking for that was posted here.)

I'M YOUR DISEASE
Author Unknown

I hate meetings. I hate higher power.
I hate anyone who has a program.
To all who come in contact with me, I wish you death.
And I wish you suffering.
Allow me to introduce myself.
I am the disease of alcoholism and drug addiction.
Cunning, baffling, and powerful. That's me.
I have killed millions, and I am pleased.
I love to catch you with the element of surprise.
I love pretending I am your friend and lover.
I have given you comfort, have I not?
Wasn't I there when you were lonely?
When you wanted to die, didn't you call me? I was there.
I love to make you hurt.
I love to make you cry. Better yet,
I love to make you so numb you can neither hurt nor cry.
You can't feel anything at all. This is true glory.
I will give you instant gratification
And all I ask of you is long term suffering.
I've been there for you always.

When things were going right in your life, you invited me.
You said you didn't deserve these good things.
And I was the only one who would agree with you.
Together we were able to destroy all things good in your life.
People don't take me seriously.
They take strokes seriously, heart attacks,
Even Diabetes they take seriously, fools that they are.
They don't know that without my help,
These things would not be made possible.
I am such a hated disease.
And yet, I do not come uninvited. You choose to have me.
So many have chosen me over reality and peace.
More than you hate me,
I hate all of you who have a 12-step program.
Your program, your meetings, your Higher Power.
All weaken me and I can't function in the manner
I am accustomed to.
Now I must lie here quietly.
You don't see me, but I am growing bigger than ever.
When you only exist, I may live. When you live, I only exist.
But I am here…and until we meet again,
If we meet again..I wish you death and suffering.

dopedout

hm... When you say "Miss Heroin," what pops in my head is "Sister Morphine," which is a Stones song that Marianne Faithful wrote, and which I will not post the lyrics for here, since it would probably be a trigger for addicts. But it's definitely about the lure of drugs.

Impurrfect

((Callie)) - the sad thing about that poem? It's all true, or at least it was in my case. I guess it still is....my disease isn't gone, it's just in remission and I'll do my darndest to keep it that way.

Hugs and prayers!

Amy

BackToMe

Maybe one of these?

"WHITE HORSE/I AM HEROIN"
Behold my friend, I am Heroin
Known by all as the destroyer of men
From where I came, no one knows
A far away place where the poppies grow
I came to this country without getting caught
And since that day I have been hunted and sought
Whole nations have gathered to plot my destruction
They call me the breeder of crime and corruption
I am more potent than whiskey, more deadly than wine
Yes, I am the scourge of all mankind
My little white grains are nothing but waste
I am soft and fluffy and bitter to taste
I am white, I am brown, but deadly to use
For once you're addicted, I really abuse
I am known in Thailand, Iraq and Iran
I am welcome in Turkey and have been to Japan
In cellophane bags I make my way
To men in offices and children at play
From Heads of States to the lowest bum
From the richest estate to the lowest of scum
I take a rich man and make him poor
I take a maiden and make her a *****
Make a beautiful woman forget her looks
And make a student forget his books
I can make you steel, lie, borrow and beg
Then search for a vein in your arm or your leg
I am known to be selfish and can fill you with greed
Still faceless, regardless of religion or creed
My gift is illusion, my blessing is fake
Death and destruction follow my wake
I am the Kiss of Death to all whom I touch
I start as a gift and remain as a crutch
My friends are many, but I am loyal to none
I come to destroy, my work will be done
Some think of me as merely a toy
But wise men know I aim to destroy
Run from me if you wish, I will never give chase
For sooner of later you will return for a taste
Once in your bloodstream, you'll think me not mean
You will praise me as Master, then nod in a dream
You have heard my warning but will take no heed
Put your foot in the stirrup, mount this great steed
Get right in the saddle and hold on real well
For the "White Horse" heroin will take you to HELL.



OR

James Brown "KING HEROIN"
Ladies and Gentlemen
Fella Americans
Lady Americans
This is James Brown
I wanna talk to you about one of our most deadly killers in the country today
I had a dream the other night
And I was sittin' in my living room
Just dozed off to sleep
So I started to dreamin'
I dreamed I walked in a place and
I saw a real strange, weird object
Standin' up talkin' to the people
And I found out it was Heroin
That deadly drug that go in your vein
He said...

I came to this country without a passport
Ever since then I've been hunted and sought
My little white grains are nothing but waste
Soft and deadly, and bitter to taste
But I'm a world of power and all know it's true
Use me once and you'll know it, too
I can make a mere schoolboy forget his books
I can make a world-famous beauty neglect her looks
I can make a good man forsake his wife
Send a greedy man to prison for the rest of his life
I can make a man forsake his country and flag
Make a girl sell her body for a five-dollar bag
Some think my adventure's a joy and a thriller
But I'll put a gun in your hand and make you a killer
In cellophane bags I've found my way
To heads of state, to children at play
I'm financed in China, Ran in Japan
I'm respected in Turkey and I'm legal in Siam
I take my addicts and make 'em steal, borrow, beg
Then they search for a vein in the arm or the leg
So be you Italian, Jewish, Black, or Mex
I can make the most virile of men forget their sex
So now... So now, my man, you must... You know, do your best
To keep up your habit until your arrest
Now the police have taken you from under my wing
Do you think they dare defy me? I, who am king?
Now, you must lie in that county jail
Where I can't get to you by visit or mail
So squirm with discomfort, wiggle and cough
Six days of madness and you might throw me off
Curse me in name, defy me in speech
But you'd pick me up right now if I were in your reach
All through your sentence you've become resolved to your fate
Fear not, young man or woman... I'll be waiting at the gate
And don't be afraid, don't run... I'll not chase
Sure, my name is Heroin and you'll be back for a taste
Behold! You're hooked
Your foot is in the stirrup
And make haste, mount the steed, and ride him well
For the white horse of heroin will ride you to Hell

To Hell
Will ride you to Hell until you are dead
Dead, brother... Dead!
This is a revolution of the mind
Get your mind together
And get away from drugs!
That's a demand.

Suspicious

is this it?

I destroy homes. I tear families apart. Take your children, and that's just the start. I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold. The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold. If you need me I'm easily found. I live all around you-in schools and in town. I live with the rich. I live with poor. I live down the street. and may be next door. My power is awesome. Try me you'll see, but if you do, you may never break free. Just try me once and I might let you go, but try me twice and I may own your soul. When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie. You do what you have to-just to get high. The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms, will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your nose, lungs, or arms. You'll lie to your Mother; you'll steal from your Dad. When you see their tears, you should feel sad. but you'll forget morals and how you were raised. I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways. I take kids from parents and parents from kids, I turn people from God, and separate friends. I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride. I’ll be with you always and stay by your side. You'll give up everything- your family, you home, your friends and your money-then you'll be alone. I'll take and take, till you have nothing to give. When I am finished, you'll be lucky to live. If you try me be warned- this is no game. If given the chance, I'll drive you insane. I'll ravish your body, I'll control your mind. I'll own you completely; your soul will be mine. The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed, Voices you'll hear from inside your head. The sweats, the shakes, and the visions you'll see. I want you to know, these are all gifts from me. But then it's too late and you'll know in your heart that you are mine and we shall not part. You'll regret that you tried me, they always do. But you come to me, not I to you. You knew this would happen, many times you were told. But you challenged my power and chose to be bold, You could have said no, and just walked away, If you could live that over, now what would you say? I'll be your Master, you'll be my slave. I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave. Now that you've met me, what will you do? The decision is yours. Its all up to you .I can bring you more misery than words call tell. Come take my hand ,let me lead you to hell.

Alaia

I posted it a long time ago...if that helps.

Alaia

Miss Heroin

So now little man, you’ve grown tired of grass
All that damn acid, that cocaine and hash
And someone pretending that he is your friend,
Said “I’ve introduced you to Miss Heroin”.

Well honey, before you start fooling with me
Just let me tell you of how it will be.
For I will seduce you and make you my slave,
Believe me I’ve sent stronger men to the grave.

You think you could never become a disgrace,
And end up addicted to poppy seed waste.
You start experimenting one afternoon,
And end asleep in my arms very soon.

Then once I have entered deep in your veins,
The craving will drive you nearly insane.
You’ll need lots of money as you have been told,
For darling I’m more expensive than gold.

You’ll swindle your mother, just for a buck,
And turn into someone who’s vile and corrupt.
You’ll mug and you’ll steal for the narcotic charms,
Then feel so content when I’m in your arms.

Then you’ll realise the monster inside you has grown,
And you’ll solemnly swear to leave me alone.
But if you think that it’s easy and you’ve got the knack,
Then sweetie, try getting me off your back.

The vomit, the cramps, your guts in a knot,
The jangling nerves screaming for just one more shot.
The hot chill, the cold sweat, the withdrawal pains,
Can only be sawed by my white little grains.

So now you return (just as I foretold),
And I know that you’ll give me your body and soul.
You’ll give me your morals, your conscience, your heart,
And now you are mine till death do us part!

Callie

Thats it! Thank You Alaia