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Sickness to Death

Anxiety penetrates my mind
like a tiger tooth through human flesh
whilst a deep depression darkens the shining sun

Rolling off of my sweat soaked sheets
my knees crackling as I stand
stomach curling as I weakly walk on tightened muscles

From a pocket in an old leather jacket
I grab my gear and a bag full of smack
Sitting at my desk with bones aching
I feel the misfiring of currents in my brain

I load the spoon with powder, soft and fine
then gag and vomit on the floor
Adding water to the spoon
I prepare to practice junkie chemistry

Spoon blackened by hot flame
as the contents boil into one
I draw the darkened liquid
into a fresh rig
My heart begins to race
as my biceps are strangled by a belt

The needle pierces my flesh
searching for a vein
I witness a sexual scene
as my blood rushes
into the narrow cylinder
mixing with my lover
I plunge into my waiting vein
warmness rushing up my arm

As the leather belt’s released
my opiate receptors flood with peace
I tranquilly nod off
with needle dangling from my arm
I fade into a fleeting state
then all I see is black.
Written by Gemini (Geminitalian)
Published | Edited 14th Jun 2013
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