Spidery black

Veins against

My pale, sickly skin

Shallow breaths and unfocused eyes

Fingers shaking, nothing breaking

the spell.

The needle slips in,

Darkness mingling with my blood

My back arches

And the ecstasy comes in a flood.

I laugh loudly, as if in a dream

My voice blurred

between laughter and screams

I know that I'm an addict

That I'm dying deep inside

But it's too late to stop it

And there's nothing left to hide.

I couldn't give this up to save me

The more it takes the more I give

Enraptured with the rush

Locked in its embrace of ruin. 

The End

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