...written by a guy who died to an overdose. No matter where he went, the Mexican princess was always waiting for him.
She lives in a bungalow
She kills me with rosegarden thorns
She waits for me
My love is unusual
It's painted with roses and thorns
with her I'm complete
She lives by the wall and waits by the door
She walks in the sun to me
Visions of Mexico seduce me
It goes to my head so carefully
Memories of candles and incense
And all of these things remember these
She lives by the wall and waits by the door
She walks in the sun to me
She comforts me when the candles blow out
the cake has grown mold but the memories are sweet
The laughter's all gone but the memories are mine
The Mexican princess is out of my life
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(Short Spike)
Heroin addiction is such a beautiful and terrifying thing at the same time.
When I was living as a homeless 10 years ago, I met a guy named Svend. Great guy, but he had lost it all. I never found out if his heroin addiction had begun before or after his life spiralled out of control.
We sticked together for a couple of weeks, and he often proclaimed his love for the drug, as it was "the only thing I can truly count on.. The only thing I love, and it loves me right back. Until death."
One cold december morning, it must have been around the 8th or 9th of december 2007, I woke up and saw a crowd gathered by Svend. He had taken an immense overdose just moments before. He died before any help reached us.
I paid my last respect and stole his weed.