I lay in stupor
Losing myself in powder
To forget my torment
And forgo my present
On the route to trance
I gave up my love
My talents took a final bow
Gone was my penchant for painting
And desire for technology
Sad were the loved ones
Looking at my degraded soul
Yearning for my past glory
How can I go back?
I have gone too deep
Into another world
Where needle is my soul
And powder is my life
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