Feed my head...Nothing

For Unique Shaky's paradox comp

Morphine nodding
To numb
Eyes roll back butterfly wing flutter
To out of my unruly mind
With lips that stumble out
Words slurring
Mumble jumble
And a bit of drool
The longer my chin lays at chest

In my nada need
For thoughts at rest

Strung along running
In full furious search
For another white pill
Before the twitch
And itch
Hell
Psychology
Of hyper scream dream
Withdrawal tremble
Awaiting
I feel every fiber every hair on my head i feel red revolution
Behind streaming salty eyes
That hold fright
Bold and brazen
Laughing as terror
Sets up camp

And hours hugging a toilet
Wishing i were not breathing
I barely am

Praise his name!
Candy man came
Fed me for head
My daily bread
high and back to slobber
To insure i feel

Nothing