My pale, sickly skin
Shallow breaths and unfocused eyes
Fingers shaking, nothing breaking
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.