Wake up strung out from the night before;
try to think of the day but still feel so unsure.
I look over the bruises;
look over the wounds;
the feeble attempts at escaping it all.
I find myself stumbling; headed for a fall.
I mainline my own apathy,
trying to fight off this monster inside me.
I realize I’m only fueling my addictions,
blindly giving in confirming suspicions.
I feel like my mind is full of gashes
as I reach deep inside and pull out only flashes.
The crimson blow back,
the moment of impact.
I count out loud one two three four five
and bam and boom and we're all so alive.
Just a plunge away from oblivion.