Broken Fixture

As I stare at the photograph on my dresser I am resolved to the undeniable truth that is staring directly at me. My insatiable hunger for a needle filled with artificial happiness have left me in a constant state of loneliness. Dreams of spiritual contempt fill my nights with a promise of fresh suffering that can only be described as bittersweet. Do dreams turn to nightmares as the hard drive reaches maximum capacity? I can only hope the sight of my own reflection does not steer me closer to the abyss.