bitten

expired medication

the strain inside my neck

reminds me of my calloused past

wishing time would turn its back

defining how the end would start

I look outside a window

illusion seven in progress

I feel the fingers wrap around me

squeeze resistance out of my being

derailed and twisted

to never be unlike listless

wish I can follow my pattern

it can't be too late, I've always found my way back

lost years of sleep

focused on a world

stressing on its return

reminded of the tumult

philosophies intact

but this misgiving is unforgiving

the nails have clawed

the blood's been reaped

derailed and twisted

to never be unlike listless

wish I can follow my pattern

it can't be too late, I've always found my way back

I have to fix myself a new drug

gota fix myself a new drug

Author's Note

heavy metal