Betrayed

Two sparks, a burst of flames ignite the air.
Face glowing, nicotine stained fingers tremble
as the first hit on the nail is taken.
Deep sigh of relief, nerves calm.
Like a jet stream the white cloud blows away
leaving nothing but a trail of milky escape.

The only thing that lingers besides his presence
is the scent of a bad habit.
Hidden in the shadows,
yet visible to the naked eye,
he scratches at the parasitic frenzy that consumes his naked body.

Two inches later, he exhales
the last of the only thing that was of any sentimental value.
Life tapped by the entrusted,
his misfortune is a direct result of the fortune he once had.

A bottle on the nightstand stares back at him,
anxiously awaiting his soft kiss.
Though its lip isn't as soft as the one who betrayed him,
at least he knows that he’s the only one it’s had its mouth on.

His veins are hollow, the syringe is dull from the abuse.
But it’s of no consequence as the deadened skin
has run out of sensitivity.  Only the poison has an effect,
Physical pain ceases to exist,
but the mental anquish is unbearable.

He pricks the sponge and draws his liquid confidence
through the hollow point.
The sponge seems to scream as it dries like a vampire in the sunlight.
He holds the needle to his brow and stares
he presses and the fireworks fly right before his eyes.

Inching closer to bliss, it penetrates.
Injecting the venom in to his bloodstream,
he jolts in pleasure and his eyes close.
He slowly fades back to the norm,
but it's never felt this way.

A light appears, then a flash.
His life rewinds in his twisted thoughts.
Memories of the past reel through his retinas then stops.
A still frame burned in to his brain reminds him of the glory days.
The light dims and he dies with the memories he cherished.