I Did It Again

Strange whispers from my left drawer
“do it, do it"
… fumbling for the syringe I feel my veins dilate,
blood rushing like the Mississippi  river after a rainy day;
“hello old friend”,
he whispers.
As I poke through the skin I feel pins of pain then comfort;
a shadow of joy flickers once more,
my soul is now healthy.
I feel so content now;
better than I ever did,
as I sit and watch the white light coming out.
As my blood gushes I feel the devil in my psyche is now mute,
the agony inside subsides.
My state of enticement is short lived as I feel the devil inside me retaliating;
blood gushing out my nose,
my stomach turning in knots,
vomit spouting out my mouth;
I feel the life being sucked from lungs,
my failing breath weakens me.
“Mission accomplished”,
he whispers once more as my eyes shut.