tied off

Tied tight like a ruber band twisted, my blood waiting for the go, the start of the race. What form of dellusion will it be this time? With precision the tool is prepared to make an incision, the tie let loose and the race begins.  Warm. Euphoria, or death.it's a constant gamble,one taken none the less. Misery loves company, well why do i always find myself by myself.you used to work for me,you and your love was enough, you were my favorite friend my boy, then you left,and i was faced with the sickness you left behind, my best friend bailed, and left me with the reality i spent so long trying to escape. Now
I'm sober and you are so far away, what used to be ifs no more,you filed the cemeteries with my friends, my family,  my loved ones. But you can hold my spot, give too those who can't seenm to kick, who take families,parents,ands children to their graves also. My track marks are beautiful, my history,my jumping of point.