Cannot wait
tighten the belt
brain irate,
about to melt.
Got the spoon
need my spit,
to boil with
this precious shit.
Where's the lighter
to heat the bread
hurry up!
My soul is dead.
Syringe ready
picked a vein,
track marks-
deceiving train.
Needle in skin
craving the drug
as I pushed off
two holes were dug.
Instant bliss
that I did long
does me so good
doing me wrong.
Another chapter
an endless tale-
me vs. reality,
who will prevail? |