A long night brings with it the prospect of my death,
As my little friends go down hard
And my eager body tingles once then goes warm.
It’s my poisoned apple,
My bed of decaying memories
Yet
-The release
Yes
-The release in which turns every stressed atom in my body numb
/One more week../
/..I Promise/
Is it going to be tonight?
/No./
/Tomorrow I swear…/
{Tomorrow is today}
/Will it last?/
/I don’t know/
Another addiction meets its death,
As my hand shakes,
And my breath quickens.
Yet the sweet taste of freedom
Does not meet my lips.
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