In the arms of my friends Options

[Heathasm]

My skin was numb
And worn to a glove,
Silk-like, even;
A protective form
Laying a warm quilt,
After the needle’s hit,
The jettisoned wastes
Of poppy opium

My veins are on fire!
Blood and my skin-
Shades of lavender
My hurt and sins
I could not see
Where were my friends
Because, there stood
An angel...

I thought for a while
As he glared at me
Then a woman approached
With my graceful, male, friend
Both looked stunning
Their red lips, on men,
Came down on me
And I wondered, then—
‘How am I dying,
so peaceful here’
“Why am I dying
In the arms of my friends’

[TheSilenceInDict...]

Nice finish.

Funny how there's an ad for Poppy seeds because of the line

Of poppy opium

Damn those ads that relate to words in the opening post.