Unsettled Parable

Coughing up blood, it also pours from my nose.

i should give up this drug i suppose.

shakes and shivers, illusions form from my withdrawl from it.

i need a hit, i need a hit, i need to be hit.

contents of my mind spill over the page, aggravating me, i fill with rage.

tears fill up at the corner of my eyes,

emotions take control

i feel paralyzed.

i have come to the end

my well has run dry

I’m parched lipped, but i refuse to die.

Wake me from this dreamy stupor.

dont leave me now, passed out on the sofa.

pool of vomit surrounds my cheek, monday morning, f**k!

its the beggining of the week?!

I will never rise again, the incline is too stepp.

people say i’ll get better, but there words are cheap.