KICKING

Satan swallows my last handful of,
         Shiny pennies.
Waiting for my pretty fix I'm,
        More than ready.
A story that's all too familiar seems,
         Never ending.
In and out of these chaotic nods while,
         I'm transcending.
 
Venom from the hornet's sting is,
         Taking over.
Tasting remaining sweetness from,
         God exposure.
Loathing the coming,frozen moments of,
         Being sober.
Preparing for nothing less now than,
         Painful closure.