strikes the match    
smelling of vinegar    
tar melting in the spoon    
wait for it to register    
then all the way down    
to the bottom floor    
the devil greets you    
"are you feeling good Crimsin?"    
nodding out on a cum stained mattress    
in a sleazy motel room    
porno playing non stop on the t.v.    
dirty days I can still feel them    
crawling on my skin    
festering thoughts    
boil to the surface    
I don't miss that itch    
though I still feel it    
"come Crimsin take a taste"    
remembering the numb    
the blackout bliss    
druggie days    
ripping and running    
the heartbeat of the street    
still thrums in my heart    
head to the pavement    
hearing it's siren call    
"come get lost"    
in the land of forgotten    
this train will derail    
next stop death
( Author's note I won't do dope again just writing out a bad day)
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
Published | Edited 17th Nov 2016
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