Amphetamine Psychosis

Sleep deprivation
Watching the hair on my arm as it
Transforms, dancing down to my hand.
I think I’m losing it, these shadows
Don’t feel like my friends
They seem more like demons
Sent to torture what’s been damned,
To devour what’s already dead
To claim the souls of those who've
Given up just as they did.
Help me.
My eyes are heavy, tired and red—
The voices are calling me again,
Please tell me it’s all in my head.
Listening for shoes on the hardwood floor
Hearing footsteps, please tell me
I’m having another bad dream.
Clenching my fists, nails digging into
My hands – breaking skin
Until I finally cave in, until I finally
Break down and load the syringe
Hoping my demons return to the place
I must fall asleep to re-visit.
Pushing the plunger in, injecting
Myself with  another toxic dose
And the shadows begin to fade away,
Back to the dreams I’ve been avoiding
Like the plague but
What happens if one day, the monsters
Decide they’d rather just stay?
What happens when I’m no longer able
To simply inject them away?
Shadows are not my friends
They’re unmistakably the enemy
Here to devour me –
To seize my
Sanity.