Addiction To Numb

Scattering the ashes of what remains of what she'll never re hash,
Poison in a cracked bottle, demons of her past.
Burnt and blowing with the breeze,
What remains of those inflicted with this debilitating disease,
Smoke lost in the night the quick blow, to forget what will not be laid to rest, to empty what is lost and what has happened from her head.
A sniffle, a short burn...
Before comes numb...
Only a moment...
Few hours...
She'll look for more!

Up high, don't feel, can't hear the voices of the ghosts that live and breathe in sober.
The relief of not thinking, not hurting even for a moment the fuel that charges her addiction and tomorrow she'll want more.

Powder ran out last night so the bottles are emptying one at a time,
Whiskey don't burn nearly as badly as the the fangs of memories better forgotten that prey on minds of sobriety.
And the bottles stack on the nightstand all lay empty as she will be when pain wakes in morning and ones addiction craves more numb to silence the noise of hurt.
And in sobriety she craves the coke, the liquor that is what keeps her thoughts from going where she fears.