MIND TIME MACHINE

Remembering who I was-
Drug infested blood.
Becoming indifferent was quite a lifted
weight.
A "life" tempting fate.
One foot in the grave.
Everything else was to blame.
My pointer finger was well adjusted-
My lies were well rehearsed.
Pity was a mastered tool-
A weapon of my worth.
But those moments came
when I was clear
To witness this disgust.
And the shame stung worse,
than the body writhing,
aching for the drug.
It seems now
my fix is fixing
shit so damaged,
So very sick...

Though I am a man made of salt,
hugging lepers~