Lost and Profound

Hipster Beard Vector Graphic art

I misplaced my trust. She pierced me with the needle, inside a rat’s model of a hell hole. Bliss and strength all at once. I told her: I’m new to this.

                In a circle of friends: “Hello, my name is addicted, and I want to get out of here and I want to get high and I want burn this fucking place to the ground.”   It’s supposed to make me better.

                Relapse. I’m mainlining; it swims up my arm. My cigarette is burning to the filter.  I watch as the flashing lights of ladder 33 draw ever closer. Total relapse.