A sensation of chills
Runs through my spine
As my body starts to untwine
Ask for what isn't rightfully mine
My hand starts to twitch
My skin to perspire
I start to loose my authentic color
I head for my sponsors
My only true friends
And as I hold onto my brush
Swiped with paint
I draw out my anxiety
To thrive that needle into my skin
Release its toxin
Deep within
I'm swift
I trace
And I blend
And I shadow
Slowly the urge starts to get lighter
I draw
What seems to be a memory
Of me
Lying in need
Rubber tightened
My veins emerged
Venom in tube
Inches away from my smooth skin
Lying like a corpse
Its a memory
One I wish not to remember
Nor to repeat
I draw
And I draw
Till I start to fall asleep
The urge is gone
And I'm still clean
