True Addiction

I wake up to the bright morning
light piercing through my
crooked window shades.
The smell in this half lit room
is of a stale must. As my heavy
eyelids flutter open, I rollover
towards the nightstand.

I'm starting to tremble while I
grab for that bent and pitted spoon.
An imperfect, but perfect gateway
to my sanity. The set up is a ritual
that must never be interrupted.

Mix it
Boil it
Suck it
Shoot it

Flying above this lifeless tomb
that I'm confined in daily,
I can't help but laugh.
I've been given life, but only
want to escape it to find
a better existence.

The wind is swirling around me
as if I was the eye of the storm.
It's dark now and I'm falling,
screaming, pleading for
it all to stop. I hit the ground and
wake back up to that same stale must.
Shaking from the pain, I quickly
look for my best friend.

The bright light that blinded me
earlier is a mere distraction
while I'm searching.
Finally with sweat dripping across
the pores on my face, I've found him.

Mix it
Boil it
Suck it
Shoot it